Ten (My Brothers Best Friend)

Ten (My Brothers Best Friend) by Ker Dukey

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Authors: Ker Dukey
Tags: Book One, Men by Numbers
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You thought I’d get out and still want to fuck you?”
    She pushes at my chest to little effect. “Why would I think you’d want me when you have sluts like Lisa to be your whore and attack dog?”
    There’s jealousy in her tone, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t please me a little. “Damn. You’re jealous of her still? How pathetic you really are.”
    Her eye twitches and I know I’ve upset her. Good.
    She shakes her head, and her eyes widen and then squint, like she’s going to explode. Her tiny fists clench and she blurts out, “You know what’s pathetic? Your tiny dick.”
    She turns to leave but I grab her, pin her front against the frame of the door, and push into her back, making sure my dick rests in the groove of her ass cheeks. I’ve never been small so her comment is all fumes. I hate that my body still reacts to hers, but it’s physical and that’s all, and I could use it against her. She fucking owes me.
    “Does it feel tiny, Alex? Have you had bigger? Do other men fuck you as good as I did?” I growl.
    Her ass pushes against me and her little wisps of breath give away just how desperate she is to be fucked hard and fast. She’s panting for it. Poor little bitch probably hasn’t had a decent fuck since me. Big headed? Maybe, but I have the junk to back it up.
    “They fuck me better than you ever could, Dalton.”
    I laugh to convince myself the twist in my gut isn’t because of the thought of her being fucked by other men. “You were a shit lay, Alex. I only fucked you because you followed me around like a lost puppy all those years and I pitied you.”
    “Liar.” She snarls, trying to push against me, but she only manages to rub herself over my growing cock.
    I move my hand up her stomach and her breath catches. Her skin is so soft to touch, my palm heats over the flesh and my dick throbs in response. I carry on travelling up until I cup her tit and squeeze hard enough to make her tense. “I won’t lie, your tight, virginal cunt was appealing. I’d never fucked a virgin before. Lisa was good in the sack but someone had been there before me, you know?”
    “Fuck you.”
    “Oh no, but I’ll fuck you. I want to hate every inch of you using every inch of me. ”
    I rip the cup of her bra down and relish the feel of her hard nipple as it grazes my knuckle. I waste no time grabbing a handful before pinching the hard bud between my fingers.
    “Your tits sure did grow. Is this what you came here for, Alex? Because you wanted to cuddle my cock with that tight pussy of yours?” I thrust against her and murmur in her ear. “Is it still tight and warm in there?”
    “I came to tell you to sort your family out,” she breathes, but it’s labored. She’s horny as fuck the wanton slut.
    “Don’t talk to me about my family after what yours did to me.”
    “What?” she asks, breathless, but way too focused on my other hand that’s snaked down the front of her skirt.
    “I fucking hate your family. Your mother always turning her nose up at me, yet her son was a fucking loser. Your father acting all high and mighty, wouldn’t know honor if it hit him in the face. Your brother, the fucking cunt who knows nothing about loyalty, and you, the little whore who bats her lashes and spreads her thighs to trick men into taking the shit for her family.”
    “You make no sense. I don’t freaking understand anything you’re saying. How can you talk ill of the dead? My Dad was a good man.”
    Is she kidding?
    “I was a good man!” I roar. Dropping my hands to her skirt, I hike it up to her waist, exposing her plump ass laced in satin panties.
    “But you’re not anymore?” she asks.
    “Shut the fuck up!” I growl and yank her panties to the side. I pull my cock free from the confines of my jeans and don’t bother to push them down my legs.
    “I hate you.” She sobs, clinging with both hands above her head to the frame of the door.
    “I hate you more.” I kick her ankles apart to make

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