“You keep moaning like that, you’ll wake my brothers, and I didn’t lock the door.” His other hand went to one of my breasts and rubbed my nipple between his fingers. “If they come in here, I’m not stopping. They’ll watch me fuck you.” The thought of any of them watching this—what we were doing—had me clenching around him. He groaned. “Does that turn you on? What a naughty girl,” he said with a low voice. “I wonder how much louder I can make you.”
