Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 301

Ruined By My Brother’s Best Friend

Escalated

ARABELLA’S POV

I’d never done this before, and now, with Alvise’s full attention on me, I was beginning to rethink everything.

What if I messed up and he hated it?

His eyes were unnerving as a muscle in his jaw twitched and he tilted his head to the side.

“You’re nervous.”

It wasn’t a question.

It was a statement, one he was sure was true, and he seemed to find it amusing because the corner of his lips tilted up before he wiped his smirk away with a swipe of his thumb.

I rubbed my thumb over his tip, wiping all traces of amusement from his face and raising my brow. “What’s funny?”

“I like it when you get nervous,” he said, unfazed by the glare I shot at him, and with a voice so smooth it sent chills down my spine, he muttered, “And flustered. I like it when you get flustered.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I looked away, suddenly feeling hot and bothered.

The ridiculousness of the situation wasn’t lost on me, though. I had his c*cl in my hands, yet I was acting shy.

Snapping out of my flustered daze, I tightened my grip on his hard length, the evil smile returning to my lips the moment he hissed, his fingers twitching at his sides.

I might not have done this before, but thanks to the spicy novels I’d read in college, I wasn’t so lost on what to do.

Slowly, I covered my lips over his tip, sucking off the rest of his cum and rubbing my hands up and down his huge length, satisfied with how he groaned and cussed under his breath.

I teased his tip for a while, rubbing it in circles while wondering how he was going to fit in my mouth.

Finally, I slipped him into my mouth and slowly pushed him to the back of my throat until my eyes widened, tears almost spilling out at how full he made my mouth feel, even though I hadn’t managed to fit all of him in yet.

“Fuck, Arabella,” Alvise groaned, his fingers threading into my hair roughly. “Just like that, baby.”

That gave me a new wave of confidence, and I pushed him further into the back of my throat, pulling back and then pushing him back in.

I worked with my hands as well on his base, and after some time, Alvise took over, using his grip on my hair to guide me faster, grunting deep noises of satisfaction that sent a new wave of pleasure to my core.

“Faster, baby… I want you to take it all in… yes.”

I clamped my legs together, staring up at him with watery eyes as he thrust in and out of my mouth, the sight of him struggling to hold it together making me go faster.

I pulled back for air at intervals before going back in, taking him deeper than I had the last time.

It was a weird feeling, and I felt like I was choking, making slurpy sounds, but somehow, it all made me wet.

“Shit,” Alvise mumbled, muttering other words in Russian and fisting my hair so hard I felt a little sting. but he soothed the spot with his fingers.

“I’m going to cum, baby,” he said, his words rough and rushed. “You’re going to swallow it all, yeah?”

I nodded, squeezing him harder and holding his gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Alvise groaned, and then I felt him twitch in my mouth, his thrusts becoming inconsistent as he came in my mouth.

I swallowed it all, blinking back the tears and giving him one last squeeze before pulling back, panting for air.

“That was insane, baby,” Alvise said, leaning down until we were eye level.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, biting my lips to hide the stupid blush I felt staining my cheeks. “Did you like it?”

His blue depths flashed with something unrecognizable, and he cocked his head to the side. “I did,” he said, straightening up and slipping on a pair of sweatpants he pulled from a shelf. “A little too much.”

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