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)
Grabbing her hips, I pull her back every time I thrust forward so I can go even harder and deeper than before. When she comes again, her pussy grabs me so tightly it’s almost painful. But that’s not what has me close to blowing a load. It’s the way she moans my name that has my balls tightening.
“Are you on birth control?” Preston asks Emma, probably realizing I’m close.
“I’m not. You can’t come inside of me,” Emma warns, making me curse in silence. I really wanted to come inside of her.
“Hold on, I have some condoms.” Preston to the fucking rescue.
He pulls his wallet from his pocket and fishes out two shiny square packets. He hands me one, and I pull out to roll the condom on.
When I enter her again, it doesn’t feel as perfect as it did before, but it still feels amazing. I hate having anything between us, no matter how thin. I try to forget the condom and concentrate on how warm and welcoming her cunt is as I fuck her.
It doesn’t take me long before a tingle in my spine spreads. My balls draw up and my orgasm slams into me. My fingers dig into Emma’s hips with bruising force as I empty myself into the rubber with a deep groan.
My cock is still pulsing within her tight channel when I lean over her and kiss her shoulder. I let go of her hips, looking down in guilt at the fingerprint red blotches I left behind. Fuck. I hope I wasn’t too rough with her.
Wincing, I let my dick slip out before stepping away to let Preston finish. I watch him take his turn while I pull the condom off and bring it to the trash. By the time I return, Preston is fucking Emma hard and fast. I watch her come undone one last time before my brother also finds his release. He stills deep inside her, emptying himself until there is nothing left.
When he pulls out, Emma collapses onto the table. Her cheek pressed against the smooth surface as she breathes heavily. I stuff my cock back into my shorts and gather Emma’s clothes from the floor.
“Come on, let us help you get dressed.” I drop her clothes onto the table next to her. “Can you stand up?”
Preston slides his arms underneath her and pulls her up to her feet. Her eyes are half closed and from the looks of it, my brother is holding up most of her weight. We wiped her out again, but this time, I actually feel bad about it.
What if we have taken it too far?
Usually, it’s only my twin who knows what I’m thinking, but apparently, today, so does Emma.
“I’m fine,” she tries to assure me, but I’m not buying it.
“You can barely stand on your own.”
“I’m just a bit tired. It will pass.”
I shake my head, not believing her one bit. I take her panties and hold them open for her to step in while Preston helps her steady herself. We do the same with her shorts. When her bottom half is covered, I guide her to sit on the table.
Preston helps her into her bra, while I make sure she gets her shirt on right. She is quiet as we dress her, but I know she won’t be for long.
“Let us take you home,” I offer. “I’ll drive your car, and Preston can follow us in our truck.”
“I don’t need your help getting home,” she assures me.
“I know you don’t need it, but you’re still going to take it,” I respond, leaving no room for an argument. “You can either walk out with us like a good girl, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and make a scene.”
“You two are unbelievable,” she mumbles, but doesn’t fight as we walk her out of the classroom and toward the parking lot. Which I take as another small victory.
21
PRESTON
Can it be true? Am I actually looking forward to volunteering this afternoon?
Okay. Maybe I’m not looking forward to it. That would be like looking forward to a dentist appointment. I’m not dreading it, though, which is just as much of a surprise as we walk from the truck toward the revolving doors leading into the lobby.
“What if they don’t assign us to the oncology department today?” Easton looks and sounds about as worried as I was for the split second I had the same thought earlier, before the solution jumped out at me.
“We just go there without asking for an assignment.” The button on the panel glows bright when I press it to call the elevator. “If anybody asks why we’re there, we tell them we were only checking on our friend.” Though I doubt anybody will care so long as we look like we’re keeping busy.
It’s wild. I’ve seen her like this before. I know she’s sick. There’s still no way to prepare myself for the way my stomach drops at the first sight of pearls sitting through a chemo treatment. There’s something very wrong about somebody our age going through this. Get it together. I’m not helping anybody by standing around, getting lost in my thoughts. Especially not once she notices us watching from outside the room.