"Madisyn, I need to know!" Joey's voice trembled with urgency, her eyes searching Madisyn's for answers. "You don't deserve to know!" Madisyn shot back, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "Not after you broke up with me!" Her words dissolved into sobs, her chest heaving with the weight of her emotions. "Please," Joey's voice softened, filled with desperation. "Just tell me… is the kid you're pregnant with mine or is it my brother's?" --- Madisyn had always envisioned a simple, colorful life. She dreamed of nurturing her children with love and being a devoted mother, building the family she had always longed for. After years of falling for the wrong men, she thought she had finally found the perfect one, the man who would complete her picture of happiness. But she had made a grave mistake. In her eagerness for love, she had handed over her heart too quickly, trusting too easily. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly when he abandoned her at the altar, leaving her humiliated on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, she soon uncovered the bitter truth: his love had never been real. He had faked every tender word, every promise of forever. But fate has a way of balancing the scales. Madisyn knew that revenge was a dish best served cold, and what could be more satisfying than turning to the one person her ex hated most? His own brother. Dating his brother wasn't just about moving on; it was about reclaiming her power. It was about showing him that she could rise from the ashes he left behind and find love in the most unexpected place—right under his nose.
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And as lust and desire filled his eyes, he rubbed his glans over her folds. God if it felt so good...
He could feel the light ticking of her folds as he passed through them. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes to repress the moan. She felt her body lusting and shaking in pleasure, and she couldn't wait for him to enter her.
He placed his glans over her entrance, and he looked at her in anticipation. As lust and desire filled his eyes, he gently teased her, his touch slow and deliberate. The tension between them grew as she held her breath, squeezing her eyes shut to repress the sound rising in her throat.
Her body trembled, craving more of his touch, every sensation amplifying her desire. He positioned himself at her entrance, locking eyes with her in anticipation. She met his gaze, pleading silently with him to take her, her breathing shallow.