Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
We edge her like that for long minutes, taking turns to tease, praising her the whole time.
“So fucking good,” I murmur against her pussy after the third time I’ve brought her right to the edge and left her hanging. “Listen to those pretty sounds you make. You’re soaking my face, sweetheart. Flooding my mouth. Making such a mess.”
Brookes growls against her throat. “She’s such a perfect little toy, isn’t she Mason. Taking it so well. Soaking up all this pleasure we’re giving her.”
Janey’s legs shake hard. Her hands fist in my hair, then Brookes’, trying to pull us closer, but we don’t let her. We keep her right there, trembling, dripping, and desperate.
“Please,” she gasps again, voice breaking. “Please… I need—please let me—I can’t take it anymore.”
I stand up, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and kiss her deeply so she can taste herself on my tongue. Brookes presses in from behind, his hard cock nestling against the curve of her ass through his jeans.
“Not yet,” I tell her, nipping her bottom lip. “We’re just getting started. You’re gonna come when we say. And right now, I want to watch you ride my brother’s fingers while I feed you my cock.”
Her eyes go wide like she’s shocked, but her pupils swell with lust.
Brookes chuckles low against her ear. “That’s right, darlin’. We’re sharing you tonight. Every hole. Every moan. Every drop.”
I unbuckle my belt slowly, letting her watch. “And when we finally let you come, it’s gonna be with both of us inside you. Stretching you open. Filling you so hard you’ll still feel us there tomorrow.”
Janey whimpers again, slick running down her inner thigh. I use my finger to collect it and coat my tongue with it, smiling, predatory and satisfied.
“That’s our girl, dripping for us.”
We guide her down onto a blanket. Brookes settles behind her, pulling her back against his chest so she’s half-reclining between his spread thighs. Her body is luminous in darkness, her nakedness a stark contrast against Brookes’s plaid shirt and dark jeans. I kneel in front of her, cock heavy and leaking in my fist.
“Open those pretty legs, Janey,” I say softly. “Let Brookes play with that greedy little pussy while you show me how well you can suck.”
She obeys, her thighs falling open, and the sight of her spread out, flushed, glistening, and caught between us, hits me straight in the chest and the dick at the same time.
This one night won’t be enough.
But we may not get another and that’s why we have to make Janey feel so good she can’t imagine going a single night without us playing with her lush body.
Brookes slides two broad fingers into her tight heat, curling them just right, and starts a slow, relentless rhythm that has her moaning around the head of my cock the second I feed it past her lips.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. “Just like that, sweetheart. Take us both. We’ve got you.”
Brookes works her open with those two thick fingers, curling them against that spot inside her that makes her hips jerk every time. Janey’s moan vibrates around the head of my cock, warm and wet and so fucking eager it nearly undoes me right there. She’s hungry, sucking me in with soft, clumsy pulls of her lips, tongue swirling, trying to figure out exactly what I like.
I groan and rock my hips, feeding her another inch. “Easy, pretty girl. That’s it… like that. Look at you, swallowing my cock while my brother fingers that sweet pussy. You’re doing so good for us. Such a good fucking girl for us.”
Her eyes flutter up to mine, glassy with need, lashes wet. The sight of her stretched between us, her mouth full of me, and her legs spread wide over Brookes’s thighs, makes my balls draw close.
Brookes keeps the pace torturously slow, scissoring his fingers to stretch her, thumb brushing feather-light over her swollen clit before pulling away every time her walls start to flutter. “She’s so tight,” he murmurs against her ear, voice gravel-rough. “Squeezing my fingers like she’s starving for cock. You feel that, Janey? Feel how wet you’re getting? Dripping all over my hand, making a mess on these blankets. What’ll Wade say tomorrow when he finds the sticky puddle you’ve made?”
Janey whimpers around me, the sound muffled and desperate. Her hips try to chase Brookes’s hand, but he holds her down with his free arm across her belly, keeping her right where we want her, edged and completely at our mercy.
I pull my cock from her mouth with a wet pop, stroking the slick length slowly so she can watch. Strings of spit connect her swollen lips to the head. “Not yet,” I tell her when she leans forward, chasing it. “You don’t get to come until we say. And you don’t get to swallow until we’ve both had our fill of watching you fall apart.”