Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
My back arches and a scream tears its way out of my throat because, oh my god, it’s happening again. The friction from scruffy cheeks chafing my skin. The sharp, rhythmic flick of his tongue. His deep, guttural moans that send vibrations racing through me. It all works together, along with Preston’s hands claiming every part of me they can reach until my voice breaks and there’s nothing for me to do but silently sob in pleasure and surprise.
“I knew you would be like this.” Preston’s voice is deep, intimate, when he lifts his head to look down into my eyes. “I knew you would explode.”
“Fuck, I could become addicted to that taste.” Easton stands, getting undressed the way Preston did, and the dick that was just in my mouth a little while ago now sits against my pussy when he scoots me down until I’m almost dangling off the foot of the bed.
Oh, my god. This is it. Do I stop them? Can I?
Would I hate myself if I stopped? Because my body is riding a high, I have never experienced. I’ve been so sick, I’ve gone through so much. Don’t I deserve to feel good?
“Me first,” Easton tells his brother before looking down at me. When our eyes meet, I have to fight the impulse to look away. It’s too much.
But then he presses his wide head against my entrance and all that matters is the pressure down there. I bite my lip and suck in a gasp before he pushes forward and fills my world with a sharp, sudden pain.
He freezes, then whispers, “Fuck me. I should have known.”
“What?” Preston asks, stroking himself close to my face.
“A virgin. She is—was a virgin.” Not that it stops him, but at least he takes his time easing his way into me, letting me adjust, pausing once he’s as deep as he can go.
I’m not a virgin anymore. Not the way I saw today going. Definitely not the people I thought I would spend this moment with, either.
But somehow, that doesn’t matter. Not when the sensation of being so full is better than anything I could’ve imagined. The way he stretches me, leaving me hanging between pain and pleasure, before he slowly pulls back and pushes forward again. Again.
And slowly, the pain fades away.
“You know what to do with this.” Preston taps the corner of my mouth with his mushroom head. “Fuck me with your mouth while you fuck him with your pussy, pearls.”
And then he fills my mouth, and there’s something so dirty about it… but so hot, too. Taking two brothers at once, pleasuring them with my body. They move almost in unison, stroke for stroke.
Using me.
And I like it. I like it so much, tension builds in my core again, and I moan around Preston’s dick. “Getting tighter,” Easton pants, his hands gripping my legs so he can drive deeper, harder. The world is spinning around me and all I can do is twist the comforter in my fists to keep myself connected to reality because, oh, my god, it’s happening again.
“Good girl.” Preston pulls away, and I take a gulp of air, shaking and moaning while the two of them switch places. He lifts my hips before lining up with me, dragging his head through my wetness while I can only whimper weakly. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“You felt so good, that tight pussy coming on me.” Easton wraps my hand around his dick, still slick with my juices. “Jerk me off. Jerk me while he fucks you.”
I’m on the verge of exhaustion, but nothing could stop me now. I want to go as far as they can take me, meaning I stroke him while Preston moves inside me. His thumb runs in circles over my clit while he grinds his hips, taking me deeper, harder than his brother did. “Yes,” I whisper, because I need him to know it’s good. So good.
“You like being used like a little slut?” he asks, and as much as the question shames me, I can’t pretend he’s wrong. I do like it. I’ve never felt this alive. Connected.
So when he pulls out and takes himself in his hand, my heart sinks a little. “Finish yourself off for us,” he demands, stroking himself the way I’m stroking Easton.
“Yeah, make yourself come,” Easton urges, replacing my hand with his and walking around to the foot of the bed to stand next to Preston, who is staring down at my pussy.
I’m already so close, almost at the edge, and it takes only the lightest touch to make me shiver. “Pretty pussy,” Easton whispers, stroking faster when I look down the length of my body to watch them. They’re both transfixed, jerking off to me. My fingers move faster over my clit, the wave building, taking me a little higher with every pump of their fists.