Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 176

JUSTIN’S POV

I look down at Allison sprawled on the bed, her chest still heaving from her first orgasm of the night.

The room is bright, light spilling over her flushed skin, and fuck, she’s breathtaking-lying on my sheets, her legs parted, and breasts spilling out of that shoved-down bra, n*****s swollen and wet from my mouth.

Her thighs are glistening, and I see the slow trail of her cum dripping down the inside of her leg.

I can’t resist.

I shift down the bed, my hands gentle on her knees as I spread her wider. She murmurs something soft, her half-lidded eyes watching me.

I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her inner thigh, tasting her and it makes my soft c**k twitch back to life. I lick higher, chasing every drop, cleaning her skin until I reach the crease where thigh meets hip.

She shivers, her hips lifting just slightly, and I savor what’s already leaked out of her, groaning against her skin because she tastes so good.

My fingers follow the path my tongue took. I slide two into her and she’s so fucking wet, swollen. from the first orgasm, and she clenches around them instantly. I curl them slowly, stroking that spot inside that makes her gasp my name.

Her walls flutter, still sensitive, and pulling at my fingers like they’re starving for more. I pump gently, my thumb brushing her clit in lazy circles while watching her face. Her eyes squeeze shut, lips part, her breath rising and falling fast.

“Justin…” she breathes, and it undoes me.

My fingers curl deeper, stroking the sensitive ridge inside her over and over, feeling her walls contract and release in little rhythmic pulses that make my c**k ache to be back inside.

She’s dripping now, coating my hand, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet room every time I thrust in and twist. Her clit swells under my thumb, and I circle it, matching the pace of my fingers until her hips start rocking up to meet me, chasing more

Her breaths turn ragged, little moans spilling out as she grips the sheets, her knuckles white. I watch it all, from the flush creeping up her neck, the way her thighs tremble around my wrist, how her p***y clenches tighter, and greedier, like she’s right on the edge. Fuck, she’s beautiful like this, breaking apart for me.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice breaking, and I wouldn’t dream of it.

I push deeper, stretching her gently, and feeling that extra fullness make her gasp and arch. She’s so close and I can feel it in the way she tightens, her whole body tensing.

“Come for me, Allison,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh, and tasting her skin again.

“Let go.”

And she does. Her p***y clamps down hard on my fingers, pulsing in waves that soak my hand as she cries out, her back bowing off the bed, and thighs shaking uncontrollably. I keep stroking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she’s whimpering, her eyes hazy when they meet mine.

Only then do I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my lips to taste her again-sweet, salty, and all for me…before I move up her body, ready to worship her even more.

She’s still trembling beneath me, her chest rising and falling, skin glowing like she’s lit from within. I can’t stop now, I don’t want to.

I lean in and start pressing kisses everywhere I can reach, from along the curve of her neck, down her shoulders, across her collarbone, tracing the lines of her arms to her wrists and back up.

Every inch of her feels like cotton candy under my mouth, her breaths quickening again as I map her body with my lips, tasting the salt of her sweat, feeling the subtle shivers that tell me she’s not done yet.

“If I cum again,” she whispers, her voice breathless and a little shaky, her hand coming up to cup my face, “I might actually pass out.”

I lift my head, meeting her eyes with a grin. “I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop,” I say, before dipping back down to continue my path.

Her laughter turns into a gasp as I reach her breasts again, kissing the soft undersides first, then circling higher. I take one n****e into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, feeling it harden against my tongue.

Her eyes snap open with a gasp, and she’s so beautiful I need to make her mine forever and love every inch of her.

“Oh God, you’re too deep,” she cries, her eyes squeezing shut again. But her legs lock tighter around me, heels pressing into my lower back, and urging me on. Her hips grind up to meet mine in a rhythm that contradicts her words.

It’s erotic as hell, the way she fights the overload but craves it.

She’s trembling now, her breaths coming in short, needy pants, and every time she clenches

around my c**k, it sends sparks up my spine.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” I groan, nipping at her earlobe before soothing it with my tongue. “I can’t stop, don’t want to. You’re everything, Allison.

My free hand strokes her thigh, her hip, holding her close as I thrust a little deeper.

She’s gasping nonstop, whispering that she can’t take much more, and her body starts to tense beneath me.

“Justin, I’m… I can’t hold back,” she whimpers as her hips buck up wildly, chasing that release. Her p***y spasms, gripping me so tight it’s almost painful.

The sight of her face flushed, lips parted in a scream, and eyes rolling back pushes me over.

I thrust deep one last time, burying myself inside her, and let go with a groan, my c**k pulsing hard inside her as I come, spilling into the condom. Every clench of her walls draws it out, milking me dry, the pleasure so intense it whites out my vision, my muscles locking up as I grind against her through the aftershocks.

Finally wasted, I collapse beside her, rolling off to the side but pulling her with me. We’re both panting, our chests heaving in unison and I turn my head to look at her, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face.