Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I am about to be fucked by all four Levin brothers.
Luke
I lay her down on my bed. She’s not wearing anything under my hoodie. When she spreads her legs, I see the soft mound of her pussy, partly swollen with arousal. I hadn’t planned this, consciously at least, but where else could this have gone?
She’s beautiful, she’s vulnerable, and she has a sexual energy that begs to be claimed. I have never met anybody so absolutely ripe for fucking before. She practically begged for me to take her, and though I could have resisted, what would be the point?
“Is this what you wanted? Do you need to know that whoever has you can pleasure you? Have you decided to give yourself up to us all? One after the other?”
She lets out a little moan and grinds her hips. The non-verbal responses are absolutely screaming right now.
I haven’t saved this girl at all. She never wanted to be saved. The way Aiden was handling her and the way she was responding should have told me that. It probably did. But I wanted to take her for my own. I wanted to have the experience of being a good guy.
It hasn’t lasted long.
I try not to think about Teddy as I grip her thighs and spread them, drawing her close to my face. My cock is already hard, my moral high ground has dissolved, and I am poised to devour her.
She lets out a soft whimper as I run my tongue over the length of her poor pussy. Her lips are swollen from use. She’s been fucked a lot. I can only imagine how rough Aiden was on her. How hard he probably used her.
Fucking hell. My dick probably shouldn’t be so hard from just that thought.
I let my tongue trace the petals of her sex, all the soft, intimate areas of her body that have been subject to rough, ravaging use. Cocks have been pounding this tight little hole for days, if not longer. I wonder if she’s been tended to this way even once.
The tip of my tongue finds the bud of her clit, and her hips start to dance as I work my magic there.
She’s shivering and squirming, but I keep going through the first orgasmic flush and drive her onto the next one, gripping her hips firmly as I listen to her whines and wails. She cannot form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.
Two climaxes aren’t enough. I want her to have a third. And a fourth. And so she does, because my mouth will not leave her sweet chalice until she has contorted and moaned and given me every bit of herself.
“What the fuck,” she breathes, lying limp against the bed.
I reach down and lightly toy with her clit, keeping her stimulated. I want her to keep coming, over and over, until all she knows is orgasm.
“I need your cock,” she whispers.
“Have you earned my cock?”
That conversation makes her adorably confused. She cocks her head and makes a little whimpering sound at me as her hips perform a slow writhing gyration. I know she is craving my body, but something is telling me to make her wait.
Aiden and Leo would have forced her one way or another. They would have denied her any kind of option other than being fucked.
I have to tell myself I am better than them.
“Earned it?”
“Have you been a good enough girl for me to fuck you?”
“No?” She whimpers the answer in an uncertain tone.
“Yes,” I correct her. “Yes, you have. You’ve been a good girl for me. You’ve given me your orgasms when I demanded them, and you’ve taken all the pleasure I wanted you to have. The answer to whether you’re good or not isn’t always no.”
“I’m bad,” she whimpers.
I rise up over her, shedding my shirt and opening my pants. I leave the hoodie on her, but I ruck it up under her armpits, so her breasts and her belly are exposed. I grip her legs and press them up toward her shoulders, drawing them wide as I do so she is exposed to me in all her sweet, swollen, nectar-dripping glory.
In this moment, I am thinking of nothing besides me and her. She is mine. I could be the last man on Earth, and she could be the last woman. My possession feels complete and total as I slide my cock down the length of her slit once, twice, three times before letting the head bump against that natural opening to her body.
Her eyes widen as she feels me there. She knows she is going to be taken, that her body is going to be filled, and that the ache from previous sessions is going to be reignited by another cock. What a good, naughty little fuck toy she is.