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)
“That’s easy for you to say.” There is so much dread in the way she strokes him, so much disgust when she curls her lip.
“Why don’t I make it a little easier for you?” I’m not sure what I’m doing as I get off the bed and kneel behind her. I’m acting without thinking—not unusual, at least not in general. Half the shit I’ve gotten myself into in life came from doing something before I thought it through.
This is different somehow. Heavier. But also natural. As normal as breathing. Having her this close, her trembling body under my hands, which I run over her back. “Relax,” I murmur, calming her—or trying to. “Focus on what your body is feeling when I touch you.”
“Don’t forget what you’re doing to me,” Easton reminds her, eyes glued to the sight of her small fist running up and down his shaft. She’s still awkward, a little clumsy, but it’s not long before beads of precum ooze from his tip.
“Now use that,” I whisper, taking her by the hips, fighting to control my breathing once it gets faster because god, this is all I’ve wanted for too long now. Maybe I didn’t want to admit it to myself, or maybe I needed to touch her first before I could understand what is so obviously the truth. I have wanted her, maybe more because she keeps putting up walls between us.
“That’s right,” Easton whispers, closing his eyes. “Now put it in your mouth.”
“Remember what I taught you.” My hands slide around her waist and creep up until I’m cupping a pair of firm tits with nipples that go tight at the slightest contact. My cock surges and goes stiff all at once. I don’t have a choice but to press against her ass, covered by a pair of thin shorts. She must be wearing a thong—there’s nothing stopping me from finding the seam of her ass cheeks and wedging myself between.
A sharp gasp fills the room, but she’s not in pain. I know that sound. I’ve heard it enough times from more than enough girls to know she’s liking this. Probably a lot more than she’d want to admit.
“Just keep sucking,” I urge, watching her from behind as her head moves up and down. Easton is lost in bliss, moaning softly, and the sound mixes with her rhythmic slurps. “Take your time. Make sure it’s nice and hard, like what I have pressed against your ass right now. Do you like that? Do you like the way that feels?” I press harder, but that’s not enough. Just like it’s not enough to play with her nipples through her tank top.
Her surprised, strangled groan isn’t enough to stop me from working one hand under her shirt. “Don’t you dare,” Easton warns sharply when she starts to lift her head, like she wants to stop me. He clamps a hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
“That’s right,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.” And there’s no stopping me, either. Not once I work my free hand under her waistband.
What does she do? Does she try to buck me off her? Does she squirm and groan angrily? No. She spreads her knees wider.
And when I find her swollen mound, all smooth and slick under her thong, her throaty growl makes me leak in my shorts. I’m almost as wet as she is now, throbbing and aching for satisfaction.
“Fuck. So wet,” I whisper, flicking her clit once I find it, chuckling darkly when her moans rise in pitch until they’re more like desperate squeals. It’s almost too easy. There we were, wondering all this time how to break her down. This was all we needed to do. She’s helpless.
“That’s right. Show me how much you like it,” I whisper while Easton starts pumping his hips, feeding himself to her until she starts to gag a little bit. I don’t think she minds because she’s also jerking her hips, grinding against my finger, until finally, she goes stiff… then drenches my hand with a fresh wave of warm juices that flow from her pussy as she comes.
It’s good. It’s very good.
But it’s not enough. I know that now, as a wet spot spreads over the front of my shorts and my heavy balls demand relief.
And all it takes is a single glance from my brother once he opens his eyes to know he’s thinking the same thing.
16
EMMA
I can’t believe this is happening.
Not only that I had to get on my knees for Easton like I did for Preston. That was bad enough.
Preston made me come—hard. Harder than I’ve ever made myself come. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what it would feel like to have somebody’s hands on me, working my body.
And now he’s pulling me to my feet, breathing hard. “Let’s get rid of this,” he decides while he’s already in the process of pulling my tank top up over my chest.