6. A nightstand with him, my brother.

His dick had felt so good inside of me. Comfortably warm as it stretched through the walls of my vagina.

I had trust in every cadence of his thrust. The pace and intensity with which he went in and outside of me was electrifying. Each stroke produces more inflow of wetness.

I had wrapped up my legs around his waist, my hands firmly circled around his shoulder and the left at his back. My fingers buried deeply into his skin, the kind of deepness that wouldn't cause any harm.

It was a thrilling adventure. Sexual adventure with him, which felt so wrong in the right way.

Henry knew just what to do, how to do it, when to do it, and where to do it with my body. His dick movements inside of me, slow, undeviating, and tense tempo, were just enough for me to wish it'd last forever.

Prior to now, I'd think I was a sucker for hot, hard sex. The hardcore type of wild, aggressive banging that would make your pussy sore, but then having to experience and experiment with this type of gentlemanly, sweet, slow-paced sex with Henry made me want to change the status quo unconsciously.

“Are you enjoying it?” His voice. Deep, baritone, and mellifluous. His green eyes were fixated on me, making me so weak on the knees. My right hand left his neck and found its spot on his hair, tousling it.

I stared back into his eyes. Under his weight, and practically numb to what my response was to the question. I wasn't just enjoying it; I was loving it. Every touch of his on my body sent shivers down to my spine. Every kiss of his on the right spot felt so good.

“I love it, Henry,” I mewled in between breaths, and then out of the blue, his thrusts became hard, intense, and in a calculated rhythm. He then raised the upper part of his body, unleashing me from the weight; his right hand went to my throat, raising my head a little bit away from the pillow as he grabbed my neck. Biting his lower lip and staring seductively at me, I held onto his stretched hand with my two hands. The choking was good; everything I needed to get myself well was ready for another round of banging.

Without saying a word, he pulled out of me, his dick covered in thick veins and whitish releases. I was ovulating. The once-upon-a-time mild, sexually oriented Henry was gradually turning into a monster without being tamed.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, without turning to me. He stood adjacent to the bed, his dick fully erect and pleading for penetration. Like a puppy who was called to order by his master. I started with my hands and knees on the floor and then alternated stepping forward with my opposite hand and knee as I crawled to meet him, and without being told, I knew he was anticipating an intense, erotic, inhibition-free, animalistic act of cock sucking from me. I was dripping excessively.

My clitoris was vibrating. I needed more of his cock, but he needed me to suck him first, and I had no choice.

When I was close to him, staring up towards him from the floor, his hands placed above his head, “Suck it. Suck it like your life depends on it, Jennifer.”

That was the first time he'd be calling my name that evening.

I started by massaging and caressing his testicle. The wetness from my pussy fluid was still visible on his dick.

I heard him inhale so deeply when I tickled him. I then took my time to lick off every fluid of mine off his dick. I started from the testicle, licking so perfectly and neatly with my tongue, and then when the mission was accomplished, making sure there was no residue of wetness left, I emptied a mouthful of saliva on his dick. This time, my two hands were already crossed to this anus as I fondled and grabbed them. Then I started making the back-and-forth movement with my head. Sucking his dick like my life depended on it while fondling and caressing his anus. I then pulled out my mouth, raised my head, and looked at him, who was already carried away by the euphoria of the moment.

I then resumed back to my job, the blow job. This time, I took in all his cock at once. Gagging wasn't something I knew so well how to do, but I could try. He exclaimed so mildly.

“Jesus fucking Christ of Nazareth. Jennifer. You suck so good; I love it,” he groaned.

“De nada,” I replied in my mind.

This time his two hands were already placed on my head like a priest blessing his congregation after a holy communion. He tried to pull my head out, but I had held firmly to his ass, and with a fast tempo, I was already moving my head in and out of his penis, sucking and choking myself. Saliva is dropping all over.

He was moaning and his legs were visibly vibrating. His knees were getting weak and his loins getting more stiffened in my mouth; his release was en route, and I wanted to make it exceptional for him. I had him lie down on the bed, and then with my hand cupped over his dick, I started stroking him gently. My already poured saliva on his dick, serving as the lubricant. He was mute. gnashing His teeth in pleasure. My other hand went to his balls, fondling the two eggs softly, while I stroked him with the other hand. I didn't want him to cum yet, but his release was building up, and I loved that I was torturing him.

“I am cumming, Jennifer, " he confessed. I changed the rhythm by which I was stroking him to a faster tempo. Then I bent my face to meet his lips, circling my tongue wildly around the tip of his cock, and like a yogurt escaping its container, he poured out all the nutrients. Unleashing a load of thick white substances into my mouth, and those that had escaped en route found their way to my face.

“That was good, Jennifer. Very good and exceptional from you.” He had already collapsed on the bed, inhaling and exhaling rapidly. My blowjob game wasn't the best, but I just knew he deserved it. My elder brother has been my backbone for years. Always coming through financially for me and a nightstand with him after I had laced his drink to make sure he was sexually active was my payback.