Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Afterglow (18+)

WILLOW

“Baby?”

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Tristan poked his head into the bathroom. I turned from the sink, toothbrush in hand, and met his eyes.

“Hmm?” I asked, spitting out the paste.

“Congratulations,” he said, his voice full of excitement.

“What happened?” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stepped closer and turned his phone screen toward me.

I was met with the headline that the Zinnia bag had surpassed 100,000 orders in just one week, officially becoming the fastest–selling bag in company history.

My heart raced as I read the numbers.

Orders poured in from everywhere, and the article called it a phenomenon.

“I’m so happy,” I said, my voice catching a little. Tristan grinned and pulled me into a hug.

His arms wrapped tight around me, and then he lifted me off the ground, spinning me around in the small bathroom. The world blurred for a second, and I laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles.

When he set me down, I felt his bulge press against my thigh. It was hard, insistent, right there through his jeans.

Heat rushed through me, mixing with the thrill of the news. Tristan’s hands stayed on my waist, his fingers digging in to make me aware of every inch of him. I looked up at him, and his eyes were already dark and hungry.

He didn’t waste time. Tristan’s mouth found mine, kissing me deep and slow at first, then harder.

His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting like mint. I kissed back, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the

his solid muscle under his shirt.

He backed me against the bathroom counter, the edge digging into my lower back. One hand cupped my face while the other slid down, gripping my ass through my pajamas.

I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled. The bulge in his pants ground against me, and I pressed my hips to feel more of it.

Tristan broke the kiss, his breath hot on my neck. He nipped at my skin, then licked a trail up to my ear.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered. “You did this.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. His teeth grazed my collarbone as he tugged my shirt up, exposing my stomach. Cool air hit my skin, but his mouth was warm, pressing kisses lower.

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“Wait.” I said, my voice breathy. “We need to celebrate properly.

Tristan lifted his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

“We should buy a cake.” I said, trying to keep it light, but my body betrayed me, arching toward him.

“This is my cake,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees on the bathroom floor. His hands yanked at my pajamas, pulling them down along with my panties in one swift motion. I stepped out of them, my legs shaky. The tile was cold under my feet, but I didn’t care.

Tristan looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine as he spread my thighs apart. I leaned back against the counter for support, my heart pounding.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my entrance. I was already wet, slick from the excitement of the day and the way he touched me.

His tongue flicked out, tracing my folds slowly. I gasped, my fingers gripping the edge of the sink. He did it again, parting me with his tongue, tasting me fully.

“You’re so wet,” he said, the words vibrating against my skin.

“For you.” I replied.

He groaned, the sound sending jolts through me. Tristan’s mouth covered my clit, sucking gently at first, then harder. His tongue circled it, flicking fast, then slow.

I bucked against his face, the pleasure building quickly and sharply. One hand held my hip steady while the other slid up my thigh, fingers teasing my entrance. He pushed two inside me, curling them just right, hitting that spot that made my knees weak. I moaned louder, my head falling back. The bathroom mirror fogged a little from my heavy breathing.

Tristan worked me over like he knew every secret of my body, because he did. His tongue lapped at my clit while his fingers pumped in and out, steady and deep.

Wet sounds filled the air, mixing with my gasps. I was dripping now, my arousal coating his chin.

Pressure coiled tight in my core, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him there.

“Tristan,” I panted.

“Come for me,” he murmured against me, the vibration pushing me closer. His free hand squeezed my ass, pulling me tighter to his mouth.

The orgasm hit me hard. My thighs clamped around his head, and I cried out, waves crashing through me. Tristan kept licking, drawing it out until I trembled.

He pulled back slowly, his lips shiny with me. I looked down at him, chest heaving.

“That was just the start,” he said, standing up.

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He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and kissed me again. I tasted myself on his tongue, salty

and sweet.

I was putty in his hold. But I wanted more. I wanted to give back.

“It shouldn’t just be you,” I said, my hands already tugging at his shirt. “Let’s make it even.”

Tristan’s eyes lit up. He stripped off his shirt, revealing the defined lines of his chest and abs. I traced them with my fingers as he kicked off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already leaking.

We moved to the bedroom. The door clicked shut behind us, and Tristan lay back on the bed, propping himself on pillows.

“Come here,” he said, patting his chest. I climbed on, straddling hfs face first. His hands guided my hips down until my pussy hovered over his mouth. At the same time, I leaned forward, my mouth inches from his cock.

Tristan’s tongue dove back in, lapping at me eagerly. I moaned around the head of his cock as I took him in my mouth. He was hot and velvety, pulsing against my tongue.

I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks, while his mouth worked my clit again. Pleasure shot through both of us. His hips bucked slightly, pushing more of his cock into my throat. I gagged a little but kept going, swirling my tongue around the shaft. Tristan groaned into me, the vibration making me clench.

I bobbed my head, taking him deeper each time, my saliva dripping down his length. His fingers spread me wider, tongue thrusting inside me now, fucking me with it.

I ground down on his face, chasing the friction. It was intense and overwhelming. My free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, and he tensed, moaning louder.

“So good, Willow,” he mumbled, words muffled.

The dual sensations built fast. I felt another orgasm approaching, my body tightening. Tristan’s cock throbbed in my mouth, close to.

I sucked harder, faster, and he responded by flicking my elit relentlessly. We came together, my cries vibrating around him as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed, the taste of him fillingme, while his tongue prolonged my release.

Tristan flipped us gently. He positioned me on top of him, my thighs straddling his hips. His cock was still hard and ready.

“You’re the winner today,” he said, smirking up at me. “Even though you’re always the winner in my heart.”

His hands rested on my hips, guiding me.

I smiled, feeling empowered.

The success of the Zinnia bag surged through me like fuel. I reached down, lining him up with my entrance. I was soaked for him.

Slowly, I sank down, taking him inch by inch. He filled me completely, stretching me in the best way.

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