Page 79 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

I do it again, fucking her with my fingers over and over again.

Her legs shake. Her breath comes in short bursts. She tries to close her thighs again, but I hold them apart with my free hand and keep my mouth on her.

Every part of her is trembling. Her hips roll against my face, finding the rhythm she needs. I adjust the angle of my fingers and speed up the stroke.

Her whole body goes taut and then shudders as she comes.

I don’t stop. I ease up on the suction but keep going, until her hands are shoving weakly at my shoulders and her voice is cracking on my name.

“Miles—fuck—I can’t?—”

I drag the back of my hand across my mouth and kiss the inside of her knee.

She’s still panting when I rise to my knees and grab the condom. I tear the foil open and roll it on.

I move over her and settle between her thighs.

I enter her slowly.I’m already so close and I want to make this last as long as I can.

She gasps, head tipping back as her body stretches to take me. I pause once I’m fully inside her, one hand braced besideher head, the other anchoring her hip to the mattress. Her thighs tense.

I drag out the second thrust, watching the way her mouth falls open when I sink back in. Her breath catches on the exhale. I do it again.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take all of it.”

She shudders and clenches around me. I grind in deep and hold it, hips pressed flush against hers.

“You feel that?” I ask, my voice low.

She nods, her eyelashes fluttering against my skin. I draw back and drive in harder. “Oh my god, Miles?—”

I thrust again and her nails dig into my shoulders. I set a punishing rhythm, each stroke harder than the last.

Eventually there’s only skin and breath and the wet slap of bodies and the way she moans my name when she comes again.

I follow her quickly, emptying myself with a groan. My arms give out and I lower myself on top of her, pressing my forehead to her shoulder while I try to catch my breath.

I ease back, just far enough to see her face. She lifts her hand and caresses my cheek.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods without hesitation. “Yeah.”

Her voice is hoarse. Her mouth tips into something that isn’t quite a smile.

I don’t know how to do this part. The women I’ve been with in the past were placeholders. That seems a terrible thing to say. I wish it weren’t true. Not one of them really mattered to me. I never really mattered to them either outside of the lifestyle I could offer. Those women never wantedme, they wanted my bank account.

I roll off her, remove the condom and pull her to me.

Her hand slides up my chest, then to my neck. She shifts closer until her cheek is on my chest.

Then she lifts her head and kisses me softly. When she pulls back, her eyes search mine. “You’re staying, right?”

I don’t even think twice. “Of course I’m staying.”

Her hand finds mine beneath the sheets. She threads our fingers together and closes her eyes. Her breathing evens out first. Mine takes longer.

But I stay.