Come Back to Me_A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Vivien Vale

  And just as I can feel my orgasm erupt and my cum shoot into her, I can feel the walls of her delicious pussy clench tightly as she also surrenders to her orgasm.

  Harder and harder, her muscles squeeze my fucking massive cock, and I fear she just might break it.

  I collapse on top of her as I unload the last of my load into her.

  There’s hardly any snow left where she’s lying.

  Our eyes are locked, and we do not need to speak. I can tell she’s drifting on a cloud of pleasure.

  And then snow sprays into our face as Boss comes bounding up to us. His big nose nudges Emma in the face, and she chuckles.

  “Hey,” I growl at him, but that only seems to be spurring him on to cover us in more snow.

  Emma shivers, and with one deft movement, I pick her up and wrap her tightly in my big arms.

  She nuzzles her head into my chest.

  I kiss her gently on the top of her head.

  “Let’s get inside.” I mumble. “I think we need to continue where we left off.”

  There’s a little chuckle, and I feel her body shake in my arms. “What did you have in mind?”

  Just then, Boss gets between my feet, and I lose my footing. If I wasn’t carrying Emma, I might have a chance of saving myself; as it is, I’m a goner.

  We both land sprawled out on the thick snow.

  “Eek!” squeals Emma, and she struggles to her feet.

  “Blasted creature,” I grumble, but seeing Emma’s body in its naked glory, with snow stuck to her in the most private of places, evaporates my anger instantly.

  “Come here,” I grab her and pick her up again. “Now where were we?”

  Emma

  The minute we get inside, warmth assaults my skin like pins and needles. It’s the kind of pain you don’t mind because you know it means you’re so alive.

  And once in a while, it’s fucking fantastic to do something to remind you how awesome life is.

  I still can’t believe I nearly had Dylan in our snowball fight. I was so close. The adrenalin was pumping through me, and, if I hadn’t lost my concentration, I could have defeated bear man.

  What a glorious moment it would have been.

  “Do you have to?” Dylan grumbles at Boss who comes in, shaking his wet body right next to him.

  I snicker and bend down to ruffle the bear’s fur. “I think we better dry him off,” I tell Dylan who rolls his eyes at me.

  “What?” Disbelief oozes from him. “I thought...”

  “Plenty of time for that later. Best to get Boss comfortable first.”

  Dylan grumbles something I can’t understand, but I see him grab some towels anyway.

  “Bring me one as well,” I call after him.

  I’m just as keen to keep fucking him as he is, but I know if we don’t settle Baby Bear first, he won’t give us any peace. Better to look after him so we reap the benefits in a little while.

  “I suppose next you’ll be asking me to get the fire ready for the little fellow.”

  I grab the towel and start rubbing Boss. But before I do, I blow my big bear a kiss.

  “You’re a darling for offering,” I say and look at him expectantly.

  “What?”

  “Where’s the towel for me?”

  Dylan grins from ear to ear. “I didn’t get you one. Thought you looked sexier working naked.”

  Briefly, I put my hands on my hips, but the wet bear distracts me, and I bend down to dry him off.

  Soon, I hear the crackling the wood makes as the flames lick it. It won’t be long before the fire gets going and spreads its warmth through the house.

  “Can you grab his bed and put it in front of the fire?” I ask Dylan while I go to the kitchen.

  No doubt the little fellow is hungry and needs a snack before bedtime.

  Come to think of it, I’m a little famished myself. The romp in the snow has left me with a hole to fill.

  When cold hands grab my waist, I shriek and nearly drop the chocolate I was just breaking into little pieces.

  “Pay back,” Dylan murmurs in my ear, and I spin around to face him.

  My tits touch his hairy chest. Instantly, my nipples are rock hard.

  “For making me wait forever before I get to touch you again.”

  I slap him playfully on the arm.

  “Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Good things come to those who wait’?”

  Instead of an answer, he kisses me on the neck. He leaves tiny little butterfly kisses all the way down to my tits.

  Just as he’s about to start sucking on them, I push him away.

  “Let’s feed Boss and take the nibbles, with a drink, to the bedroom,” I suggest and slip past him with a bowl.

  Boss is sitting on his bed, but when he sees the bowl, he leaps up like he hasn’t eaten in days.

  By the time I’ve turned to see if Dylan has picked up our little treat, the baby bear has finished eating and is licking his lips.

  “You stay here,” I tell him and give him a final pat. He seems content and makes no move to follow.

  Thank goodness. I had visions of the baby bear leaping onto the bed before us, and then what would Dylan say? I’d probably never hear the end of it.

  With a smack on my ass, Dylan strides past me.

  “You coming or you hanging with the bear?”

  “Race you,” I shout and dart up the stairs.

  At the door, he catches up to me and grabs my wrist to stop me from going into the bedroom.

  “You cheated,” he pants and then pushes me through the open door.

  Laughing, I trip and fall, but Dylan somehow manages to catch me. He puts the plate down and gives me his full attention.

  “Can’t I have some chocolate first?” I ask with a small pout.

  Dylan shakes his head. His brow is furrowed, and there’s something akin to thunderclouds in his eyes.

  “I think I need to punish you, my fucking little slut.”

  His voice sends shivers down my spine, and my heart’s beating in my throat. I haven’t seen him like this before.

  Before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbed my arms and is holding them with one hand. Next, he’s pushing me to the floor-to-ceiling window, pressing my tits against the glass.

  “Do you know what I think you need?”

  My throat’s dry as if I’ve walked for months in the desert without water. I shake my head.

  “A fucking good spanking is what you need.”

  I’m not sure if I heard right, but my insides tighten, and my pussy starts to drip at his words.

  The sheer fear of the unknown nearly tips me over the edge.

  Whatever he plans to do to me...I want him to do it.

  Before I know what’s going on, his bare hand collides with my naked ass. I gasp at the contact and the sudden pain.

  I could practically feel each one of his fingers burning on my cheek. Without even looking, I know there’s a red imprint where he struck my ass.

  Tears well up in my eyes, and I bite my lip. To my utter amazement, I want more. I arch my lower back and wiggle my ass toward him.

  Instead of another smack, I feel his fingers hover over my fucking clit—but he makes no direct contact.

  Oh, fuck.

  And then his fingers are gone. Before I can complain or do anything, his hand comes down hard again on my naked flesh.

  Ouch!

  I bite my lip. I can feel my body shiver, ripples of pleasure and pain spreading across my limbs. My mind’s gone to mush, and I can hardly string together a coherent thought.

  My fucking tits are pressed against the cold of the glass, and I fear my nipples might cut right through it.

  Dylan spanks me three more times, and each one is harder than the one before.

  “On your knees,” he orders, and I obey without question.

  My pussy is so wet and ready to take his cock that I think I’ll lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me now.

  Thwack!


  After he spanks me, his hand comes down a little lower and connects with my clit.

  Fuck.

  The effect of this is so overwhelming I think I might just come right now.

  “Oh, please,” I start to beg. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Dylan. I need you.”

  I don’t know what’s come over me. I would never dream of begging a man to fuck me. I seem to have turned from good girl to bad girl in the course of just a few days.

  “Oh,” Dylan whispers in my ear, “you want me to fuck you?”

  “Please.” I’m out of my mind with desire.

  “How about you fucking wait?” he growls and smacks me again on the ass again.

  I howl softly.

  When I finally feel the tip of his massive cock on my ass, I push back against him. I’m so ready, but he doesn’t enter my pussy. Instead, I feel his fingers on my hole.

  No. No fucking way.

  I mean, there’s no way I’m going to be able to manage his twelve-plus inches there.

  His hands are on my ass, and his cock’s pushing in.

  I’m so horny, and I need him inside me. I grit my teeth and prepare for the pain...but there isn’t any.

  Almost without effort, he slides all the way in. Sure, it’s tight and a little uncomfortable, but it’s not excruciating pain, and I feel myself push against him to make sure I’ve got all of him inside me.

  He starts nice and slow.

  “Fuck me, Dylan. Just fuck me!” I yell, spreading my legs and bending a little.

  His left hand leaves my ass and finds my tit.

  As soon as he starts playing with my nipple, I feel fireworks rip through me. The world is spinning, and I think I’ll die from pleasure.

  Although I’ve got his magnificent display of nature right in front of my eyes, I don’t see any of it.

  There’s only Dylan’s cock in my ass and his hand on my tit.

  Time stands still, and I hope this moment will last forever.

  I know I’m going to explode in a giant orgasm any second, so I try and prolong the moment.

  Dylan’s fingers are working away at my nipple, and I know my orgasm will be a colossal explosion that will rip through me from head to foot.

  Then, I erupt, hot molten lava spreading through every part of me. I barely notice Dylan coming and shooting his massive load into me.

  Only when I hear his bear-like growl do I know he’s just as lost in his own orgasm.

  When we’re both finished, we collapse on the ground in a heap of arms, legs, and hot bodies.

  He turns me onto my back and strokes my cheek. He presses our lips together.

  When he pulls away, he tilts his head a little to the left. “Now, did you say there’s chocolate?”

  Before I answer, I get into position.

  “Race you!” I challenge and am on my feet and halfway across the room before he gets going.

  Dylan

  Of course I’m going to let her win.

  I mean, I may be a little rough around the edges, but I’m no fucking Neanderthal.

  I know a woman needs to fucking win from time to time. No harm in letting her get to the treat before me. If I wanted to, I could beat her.

  I guess there’s no need for her to know I can’t get up just yet anyway.

  I gave her everything I had when we fucked. And I need a little time to recover.

  Of course I’m fucking fit, but this is more than stamina. This is stamina and emotional crap wrapped in one. It takes a lot out of me.

  Emma returns, holding out a piece of chocolate from the other side of the room. “Not interested?”

  I pat the ground next to me.

  “Perfectly good spot right here.” With any luck she’ll just come back with the promised delicacy.

  She dances toward me. In one hand, she’s holding chocolate and in the other, a bottle of some sort. My eyes feast on her curves, her bouncing tits and her devilish smile.

  There’s mischief written all over her.

  “Drinks and nibbles are served,” she tells me as she sits down.

  I peer at the bottle. It’s a red, but I don’t recognize the label.

  Where the fuck did it come from? I thought I’d gotten rid of all my wine.

  “It was right at the back of the pantry,” she explains as if she can read my mind.

  “Uh...” I look around. “No glasses?”

  “Who needs glasses?” she replies and picks up the bottle to take a swig. A few droplets of red wine run down her chin. I lean forward to lick them off.

  Giggling, she hands me the bottle. “OMG! Drinking red wine out of the bottle. What would my friends think?”

  I shrug and follow her example. Then, she hands me the plate with the promised chocolate.

  I pick up a piece and hold it out for her. Gently, she moves closer and opens her mouth to let her perfect white teeth take the chocolate from me.

  Then, her lips wrap around my finger, and her tongue licks it clean. She releases my finger with a loud pop.

  “Mmmm,” she murmurs, her eyes closed. “Delicious. Any more?”

  “Sure.” I pick up another piece and hold it out for her.

  She edges a little closer. This time, she takes longer to lick my finger. At the same time, her hands are reaching for my cock.

  At first, I’m not quite sure what she’s doing, but then, I see the piece of chocolate she’s rubbing all over my fucking cock.

  It takes no time at all for my cock to spring to life and stand to attention.

  She leans in to me as if to inspect her handy work. Soft warm breath assaults the tip of my quaking cock.

  Like a divining rod, my cock looks for the source of pleasure. It stretches toward her mouth, trembling as it does so. Source of pleasure found.

  “Looks like you need to be cleaned up,” she observes, licking her lips.

  I’m unable to say or do anything. I’ve completely lost my mind.

  If I thought Emma was going to suck on my cock, boy was I wrong. She moves away, and I feel an incredible sense of loss.

  Fucking tease.

  She grabs the bottle and takes a sip. Then, she puts her own finger in her mouth. When she pulls it out, she drips droplets of wine on my chocolate covered cock.

  Now she bends over me and softly licks the wine and chocolate off me.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  There’s a cocktail of emotions swirling inside me. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

  A tingling at the tip of my cock spreads faster than a raging grass fire; fireworks explode in my head, and electric shock waves pulse through me.

  My hands look for something to grab. Her tits are dangling freely in the air, and I latch onto them. I knead them hard.

  Emma’s gone back to soaking my cock in wine before cleaning it up. The combination of sticky and cool liquid, as well as her warm breath and soft tongue, leave me breathing hard and fast.

  If she keeps this up, I’m going to empty out another load of my cream-colored cum all over her in the next sixty seconds.

  “I love the taste,” Emma says, looking at me. “A hint of sweat, with tannin and pure fucking manliness.”

  She chuckles at her own joke.

  Her hands wrap around my throbbing cock and move slowly up and down. Then, she blows a soft kiss on the tip of my shaft.

  By now I’m nearly out of my mind with fucking pleasure. I just want to grab her by the hair and push her onto my ever-swelling cock.

  But I don’t. Instead, I squeeze her nipples and pull on them.

  Emma hesitates. Our eyes meet. She looks a little uncertain, almost worried.

  I smile at her. My eyes say, It’s alright, you’re fucking awesome.

  And then, she opens her delicious lips, and my cock disappears into her mouth and down her throat.

  I try and restrain myself. I want to be sure she doesn’t fucking gag on my twelve-inch man-meat. And when I see her adjust her head a little, I know she’s all good.

  As she
starts to suck and lick and bob up and down on my cock, her eyes lock onto mine.

  We’re lost in each other’s gaze. I feel like I can see right to her very soul.

  She’s such a fucking awesome good person. I nearly tear up. I don’t fucking deserve her.

  What was I doing fucking her? Where would this fucking lead?

  My thoughts are stopped by the magical work she does with her mouth and tongue.

  When I’m finally deep within her throat, her tongue darts out and swirls around the base of my cock before sliding all the way to the tip as she pulls away.

  Her hands are on my balls, juggling and playing with them. Gentle rolls, tight squeezes, and weightless holds—combined, they make the perfect cocktail of delight.

  I feel like one of those snowflakes I can see floating in the air before it settles with millions of others on the ground. Riding my wave of pleasure, I feel weightless.

  Nothing matters, except for Emma, her mouth over my fucking cock, and the orgasm I’m going to have soon.

  I tear my eyes off Emma and look outside. The snow is falling, and it looks wild out there. I’m pleased to be inside.

  Nature is so fucking powerful. It can turn on you so quickly. Whenever I think back to the day when I thought I might have lost Emma in the blizzard, I cringe.

  I had been so fucking lucky to find her and even luckier those poachers didn’t shoot her.

  How many accidents do you read about where people get killed because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? Well, I was in the right place at the right time. Still am.

  I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

  I know the day will come when I’ll have to come to terms with Emma leaving again, but I don’t want to fucking think about it now. I just want to enjoy fucking this sex goddess.

  I’ve never fucked anyone as sexy, as delicious, or as full of passion as Emma.

  She’s increasing her tempo and speed. Faster and faster, she’s bobbing her head on me.

  The tip of my throbbing cock is tingling, and I can feel my balls ready to shoot a massive load of cum down her delicate throat.

  I’m unable to control it any longer, and I let go of her tits to grab her head instead.

  I hang onto her as I thrust my pelvis forward to make sure I’m right down her throat when I start to shoot my huge load into her.

  My body stiffens, and my muscles contract, relax, and contract again. Then, I erupt like a volcano.