The Remorseful Brothers Novel

She gasped and covered her mouth with her two hands. “There’s two if you.” Her hand moved in air beside my head and she gasped even louder, her eyes widened, “Wow, you’re twin!”

I shook my head and stopped trying to make sense of her words. I grabbed her bag that laid on the table that held two trays, three and one cup on each of the trays

“Sir, she’s yet to pay for the fourth drink,” the barman notified me.

“It’s on the house,” I told him and proceeded to help Ana out. As I unlocked the door and helped her inside the car, she kept insisting that I Jet ‘my twin‘ into the car.

As I drove her home, she continued to babble incoherent words until she slowly quieted down and fell into a slumber.

I glanced over at her and smiled at how peaceful and beautiful she looked in her sleep then my smile fell as I wondered why she got herself so drunk.

I parked before her apartment, found her keys in her bag. Then I carried her inside.

“Shit,” I cussed under my breath as I bumped into the large vase by the long flight of stairs that led to the rooms. I made a mental note to clean it up after I’ve tucked her in bed.

I kicked the door open and stepped into her room. Painstakingly, I laid her on the bed and tucked her in.

When I was sure she was comfortably in bed, I started to pull away from her but he hand shot out and grabbed my shirt.

Her eyes looked more focused as they roamed my face, then she blurted, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” I frowned as I brushed a strand away from her eye. “Go back to Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

bed, Ana.”

“I held on for so long,” her voice was a mixture of hurt, anger and dissapointment. “I held on to those feelings that I should have gotten rid of a long time ago.”

I stared down at her, my heartbeat’s pace picking up the proximity between us as I tried to figure out if these were still drunken talk.

She smiled, a sad smile, as her gaze roamed my face, searching, “I should have looked at you instead, shouldn’t I?”

I blinked, piecing all her words together. “Ana-“I started as I tried to remove her grip from my shirt but she wouldn’t let go. “Ana…”

As much as those words literally just made my day, she was drunk. I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation but then she hooked a finger into my shirt again and pulled me into a kiss that left me stunned for a second but then I let myself in and caught her lips hard in my mouth, falling into the bed with her.

“Take my clothes off,” she breathed against my mouth and I obeyed, continuing kissing her as I dug my hands under her blouse and unclasped her bra.

Her succulent breasts were let loose and I massaged them now, pinching slightly on her nipples. She mewled against me.

I took off the rest of her clothes, kissing every part of her skin I laid bare, making her moan and gasp. I took my time over her nipples and savored them, loving the noises she made underneath me.

I still co

In’t believe this was happening, in as much as it was. After six years of craving for her, wanting her. Here I was, in her bed, invited of her own accord.

I shrugged out of my clothes before eagerly returning to kiss her beautiful, soft skin. I moved my lips further down her body and she let out a happy sigh. My mouth found her wet folds and my tongue lapped and sucked. I enjoyed the sounds of her moans and the wiggled and writhed.

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I picked up my pace eating her out and she screamed, grabbing my hair, until I then brought my tongue fucking to strokes inside of her thighs. Then I raised my face to look at her. She was smiling at me; she was happy and so was 1. My eyes didn’t leave hers, even as I slid a finger into her slippery hole, then a second finger.

Her grip on my hair tightened and her moans increased, taking on an edge of urgent frenzy.

I teased and pleased her until she couldn’t take it any longer.

“I want you inside me,” she cried.

“Ah…fuck!”

Hearing her continuing to scary and scream as I continued

ministrations sure made my cock go even ten time harder. I moved up her body, and as we kissed again, I slid myself into her wet mound.

“Do you like this?” I breathed against her neck.

She grabbed my hair, “God, it feels so good…deeper…..”

I dug deeper in and began thrusting fast. She cried and I grunted in ecstasy, not stopping. The wet slapping sounds echoed throughout the

-room.

She raised her leg up high over my shoulder.

“Naughty,” I smiled, now changing the angle of my penis and driving in as moans turned into urgent muffles that only made me fuck her harder.

The more I pounded into her, the more she seemed to wait. I nibbled on her shoulder as she continued moaning and groaning for me. Then I felt her body wracking with the approach of orgasm, and soon the warm liquid oozed out of her. She rocked her hips back and forth again and again. I had made her come, and it turned me the fuck on, so much I began to moan as my climax got closer and my hands clamped tight on her ass.

I slowed down my thrusts and slipped my covk out, my milk spraying all over her inner thighs and stomach. She sat up and took my quivering cock beginning to massage it sloky as she kissed me again.