Before she could stop herself, the words came out.
"Yes, yes, God yes." She then screamed his name at the top of her lungs. "Alex, God, yes, Alex, fuck me, take me, I'm yours, all yours!"
After an eternity of pleasure at last, the chosen brother reached his own climax and groaned heavily, painfully into Melanie's throat with his final, monumental thrust. Her own orgasms had flowed almost from the beginning and she felt broken, but more loved than she had ever felt before, and completely shattered by desire.
The final spasms of release left her lover's body and he lay, spent, gasping for breath. She had drained her man to exhaustion and he had pushed her beyond ecstasy. The lovers sank into exquisite oblivion by the waning light of the moon.