“Fuck, Mark. You’re my man.”
“Your brother.”
God, this is so slow and sweet… Feels so damn good I’m gonna come again. Come all over his cock. “My brother.”
“Such a hot woman. My little sis. And I’m your white boy.”
He thrusts home, grinds his hips against me, rubbing my clit just right and yanking a scream from me. “My white boy!”
I throw my head back, arching and yelling, pleasure bursting through me as I find my release once again. It’s not as strong as before, but deeper, more meaningful. ‘Cause it’s my man, my big bro, my white boy doing this for me, and not some quick fuck I’ve picked up.
“That’s it, baby. Gonna come in this sweet pussy.” He’s breathing heavy again, increasing his pace a little, thrusting harder.
“Come in my cunt, Mark. Fill me up. Give it to me.” I claw his back, run my nails along his spine and dig my heels into his ass checks, pull him into me with more force.
“Fuck. Baby…” Then he’s there, coming in me, dick swelling, jerking inside my heat, and spurt after spurt of his cum fills my pussy. He jerks—once, twice, three times before he slumps over me, body shaking, tremors traveling through him with every breath.
I stroke his back, soothe him while he catches his breath.
He really is a good man. And as long as he fucks me like this every day, I figure I can handle having him as mine.
Happy Birthday to me.
The End