Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series by Ainsley Claire (e ink manga reader TXT) 📕

to concentrate on baseball, not rabid fans. Let Bryan worry about them, and you can work on your fastball. And if you don’t like Bryan, Jim will find someone you do like.”

“I don’t know…” he hedges.

“Listen, Mia said if you’d rather just the two of us to hang out tonight, she’ll go home.”

“I don’t want to cockblock you.”

I laugh. “Man, you build my cred. I’m more worried she’s gonna like you better than me.”

“Naw. I see how she looks at you. If she’s not comfortable with me staying, I can go back to my place.”

I stifle an internal scream. “No, you need to stay here. But if you’re fine with Mia staying too, can you tell her? I do really like her, and she’s worried about you.”

“Me?” Jeremy stands. “I’ll go talk to her. She can stay.”

When we walk out to the living room, Crispin, Jake, and SoBe have returned.

SoBe comes up and nudges Jeremy. When Jeremy sits down on the floor with him, he climbs onto his lap and waits for the petting to begin.

“Sorry, guys,” Jeremy says. “I didn’t mean to make everyone bug out so early.”

“You didn’t. We just wanted to be sure you were all right,” Crispin says.

“Yeah. Just another day in paradise.” He looks at the guys. “I’d love it if we could go back to playing Fortnite and forget all this.”

“Sure,” Jake says. He plops down next to him and picks up a controller. Crispin does the same.

Before I know it, it’s like Jim and Bash never came over. Jeremy leans over and whispers something to Mia, and she nods and smiles at me.

My stomach flips. She’s staying the night.

“After all the excitement, do you guys need more pizza, or something else?” I ask.

“Too bad there isn’t a Dairy Queen,” Jake says. “We could order some Blizzards. That sounds pretty good.”

“There are some in the Bay Area. They’re just inside malls,” Mia says. “We can try to get you some another day. Anything else tonight? We can get almost anything.”

I get no takers—they’re focused on the game. So, I pull Mia into the kitchen.

“They can go all night,” I warn her. “We can head upstairs whenever you’re ready. We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to.”

She bites her lower lip. “I bet we can figure out several ways to be quiet.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

I let the guys know to lock up when they’re ready to go home, and I take Mia upstairs to my bedroom.

We’re clearly craving one another by the time we mount the stairs to the second floor. Our hands are everywhere.

“I don’t have any massage oil,” I say.

“Hmmm… I know where to get you some,” she says. “Maybe if you’re nice to me, I might order some for you.”

It’s past midnight now, but the guys are yelling—with headphones on. We could have earth-shattering sex and they’d never know it. I point this out to Mia, and she gives me a wicked smile.

When we reach the bedroom, I press Mia against the wall, and we kiss with fiery passion. There’s a sense of urgency and desperation in our groping. Soon we’re naked, and my fingers find her center. She pushes me back to slow me down, and I lead her to my bed.

I kiss her neck, and she moans her appreciation as I explore. This always makes her hot. I work my way down her body, tonguing and kissing her, paying particular attention to her beautiful breasts. I lift her leg onto my shoulder and brush my mouth softly against her inner thigh. She lies back on the bed and closes her eyes as my tongue explores her sex. Her breathing becomes labored and she grips the sheets for leverage as she raises her pelvis to my mouth.

Her head rocks as I work her core feverishly. Her orgasm hits, and she groans as I lap up her sweet honey. I love her disheveled look when the last tremors have subsided, and I kiss her so she can taste herself on my lips.

“All I can say is…wow—amazing, incredible,” Mia breathes.

I chuckle. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.”

She reaches down and finds my rigid cock. “I think it’s your turn.” She strokes me a few times, but I don’t need any encouragement. If she’s near, it’s as hard as a rock.

She guides me to her entrance. As I push the head of my cock between her velvety folds, she lets out a throaty moan.

That's it. That's where I belong. Filling her up with my cock.

Slowly, I slide my shaft inside her wet, hot pussy. She’s so tight that I have to inch in. She arches her back as I stroke into her.

“Yes, fuck me,” Mia moans as I push in. She caresses the muscles of my shoulders and back as I pivot in and out of her. “Oh, fuck yes. It feels so good.”

She reaches down and grips my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper inside. I arch my back and press my cock as deep as it will go—to the hilt. She cries out. I thrust my hips, and she cries out again. I can tell her orgasm is close as her breathing becomes labored, and so is mine. I reach down and strum her clit with my thumb. Her body begins to shake, and her legs splay wide. I rut into her again and again, bringing her to a shattering climax.

“Oh God... Yes... Yes... Yes... Yes... Come... come with me!”

I feel an electrical charge shoot through me and straight out the tip of my cock. Big loads of cum fill the condom, and strangely, I wish I wasn’t wearing one. Mia has definitely rewired my brain. With each spurt, I grunt with