Brandon wiped a hand over his mouth, and Kyle just twisted his lips before he chuckled and glanced at his cousin. “Take good care of her, you lucky bastard.”
“Then get the fuck out of the room,” Zach said. “Or maybe I should take Keera to mine. Why would I fuck her in my brother’s bed?” He shook his head, mumbling something to himself, and then in one swift move carried me like a baby and headed to his room.
I clung to him, afraid of falling yet enjoying his embrace a little too much. I’d never been carried like that before. It felt…intimate. It felt safe. There was something about being in the arms of a strong man who craved you, about to rail and ravish you. I felt tiny yet so powerful, and tingling with need.
He kicked the door shut and tossed me on the bed like a savage. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. Maybe because immediately he was on top of me, distracting me, covering me with his firm warmth and mad kisses.
“You’re so beautiful.” That was the only thing he said in words. Everything else was translated into a language of feral passion that he spoke on every fiber of my flesh.
Then he spread my thighs wide and dove in with his tongue. It wasn’t long before he dragged that elusive orgasm I was about to had earlier. I covered his mouth with my cum, unable to hide my screams.
He swore inside me, devouring my orgasm like a hungry savage caveman who just found a scrumptious hot meal. He waited only until I caught my breath before he was poised between my legs, knocking on my sealed door.
My heart skipped a beat, but I was ready. I’d waited so long for this. Twenty-five years. Now, the wait was over. I held his hips—God, his body was so firm and muscular and he had that deep V that went all the way to his heavy package—gave him one nod and that was all he needed.
I expected him to push hard, but he only rubbed the tip in. So smooth and pretty. I wanted to touch him first, but I was too eager for the holy act, too intimidated by his size to make words.
However, as if he heard my thoughts, he said, “Hold it and put it inside you. Rub it in your wetness until you feel comfortable to let it in.”
Laughing under my breath, I wrapped my hand around him. God, he was beautiful.
He groaned, pulsing in my grasp. “Your hand feels so good around my cock.”
A little shiver ran through me. I wasn’t used to this kind of talk. I was so virgin.
“Do you like touching me, Keera?”
I just nodded.
“Then say it. Use your words, sweetness. Tell me you like my cock.”
I laughed nervously, shaking my head, my cheeks blazing.
He rolled his eyes, biting his lip on a smile. “For fuck’s sake, you’re driving me nuts. Fine. Just let me in, little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl.”
“Until you have the courage to say cock, you’re a little girl.”
I made a face. “Fuck you.”
“Please.”
I giggled, rubbing his crown inside me, shutting him up as we both drifted with the pleasure. I adjusted him to my opening, and I was wet enough for him to enter me.
One little thrust and the whole crown was prying me open. I gasped and held my breath, holding his gaze.
His eyes darkened as he pulled away and pushed one more time inside me. Then his whole body stiffened, more rigid than it was, warmer, scorching, and his expression changed into something wild and carnal.
Suddenly, I felt like prey captured by a beast. Zach Beastly.
He growled and snarled, sweat forming on his forehead, as he thrust harder. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the burn and pain of the stretch.
“Fuck!” he roared, and then abruptly, painfully, he pulled out of me.
My eyes blinked open. “What happened? Why did you stop?”
“I can’t fucking believe this shit. Fuck.”