The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance by Fabiola Francisco (find a book to read TXT) 📕

repeating the same motion but this time taking my nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue over the hardened peak.

“I wonder if you’re as wet for me as you were our first night together,” he says in his deep, gravelly voice.

“More,” I moan and lean into him.

His hands travel up and down my body, no real direction except for the purpose of touching me anywhere and everywhere.

“More?” he questions.

I nod, looking into his eyes.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he winks, unsnapping the buttons on my jeans and sneaking a hand in the waistband.

Camden doesn’t hold back. He inches his fingers into my underwear and groans when he feels my slickness against his skin. “So damn wet,” he groans, leaning back on his legs. “Need you naked.” He peels my jeans off my legs along with my underwear.

The hunger in his eyes speaks volumes as they sweep up my almost naked body. Then, he leans over, sneaking his hand under my back and unsnapping my bra, removing it from my body and throwing it on the pile on the floor.

“Much better.” His hands roam down my body, teasing and tweaking my nipples, leaving them pebbled and screaming for more as he scoots down the bed. Camden drops a kiss on my stomach, his eyes looking up at me with the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Mom and Dad’s turn to play now.” He winks at me and kisses down to my pelvis, my body tensing with anticipation.

“Can’t wait to taste you. It’s my one regret that I never had the chance to.”

I moan and squeeze my eyes, waiting for what I know will be a mind-blowing sensation. When his tongue swipes up my pussy, my hips buck off the bed.

“Whoa…” I groan.

“Eyes open, watching me,” he commands with authority.

I open my eyes and look down at him. Camden dips his tongue again, flicking my clit before closing his lips around and sucking. My body tenses and relaxes in spurts, moving around as he begins to fuck me with his tongue.

I lose track of all that he’s doing to please me with his mouth and fingers as I surrender to the warming sensation taking over my body. Every stroke, lick, and kiss build me higher and higher. I’m a prisoner of his pleasure, thrashing my body as if I were chained in a desperate race to chase this orgasm begging to be released.

“Fuck,” I moan.

“So sweet,” he murmurs against my body, the vibrations buzzing over me, and I free fall as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth, the crash leaving me exhausted and satisfied.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. Camden crawls up my body, his mouth an inch from mine.

“Taste yourself.” His lips collide with mine, tongue demanding and assertive as he pushes through my lips in search of my tongue. I barely register the taste as I lose myself in the kiss, wrapping my arms around his body and bringing him flush against me.

In a desperate attempt to get him naked, I push his Henley up his body. Camden sits back and finishes the job for me, throwing his shirt on the floor. My eyes roam down his body, watching as his muscles twitch and flex with his movements.

“This what you want?” he asks with his hands still on his jeans. I sit up, nodding, and move his hands away. I palm his hardness over his jeans before unsnapping the button and lowering the zipper.

“You feel so good touching me,” he says gruffly.

“Ditto,” I wink with a smile.

Camden chuckles until my hand wraps around his length in the constraints of his jeans. He hisses through his teeth and stares at me.

“No going back,” he says.

“You already got me pregnant. I’m pretty sure this is permanent in some capacity of our lives.”

Camden gives me a bruising kiss, leaning me back on the bed as he kicks off the rest of his clothes. I reach for his cock, stroking him, but he stops me.

“Need in you now.” He brushes his hair with his hands. “Shit, wait. You could have sex, right?” His eyebrows pinch together, and I dip my head back in laughter.

Wrapping one arm around his back, I lift my hips up to his, rubbing against his erection. “Yes,” I barely breathe out before Camden turns us over, and I’m on top. I shriek and laugh at the surprise until I’m straddling him.

“Ride me,” is all he says with a challenge.

I smirk and hold his gaze as I lift my body and position myself over him. I allow myself to sink onto him slowly, watching his face morph from cocky to awe. His hands land on my hips as I go lower, feeling him so deeply this way.

“Damn, Kiwi, you feel fucking fantastic.”

“Yeah,” I moan, adjusting to his size. “You, too.” All intelligible thoughts have flown out of my head, and I’m left with half phrases and moans.

I begin to ride him, my hands on his abs and hair falling over my face. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. Camden groans and holds me, guiding my body up and down his length, both of us working together.

“This feels… I feel everything. It’s unreal,” he says raggedly.

“So good.” I lean down and kiss him, uniting in all ways possible as we get lost in each other, in our bodies, in our pleasure.

As my eyes close and my orgasm takes over, I see a life with Camden, raising our child, late nights on the sofa, and evening strolls as a family. I trap the tears that build, holding on to a dream that has no real possibility of manifesting.

chapter 19

Camden

I’m in deep. Deeper than my dick was in her the other night. So fucking deep that Allyson has consumed my life. I hear her laughter when she’s not around, feel the ghost of her hands on my body. Fuck. Me. Never in a million years did I expect this.

I hold on