Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
A repeat of sin.
I knew without a doubt he’d claim me as Jay had just done. He would be different and yet, at the same time, the same. They were both demanding. They were both in control. They both took without asking. But at the same time, I gave.
I gave, I gave, and I would give again.
15
Goldie
Rye placed me on the bed with my belly pressed against the coolness of his bedspread. He had an iron headboard with intricate swirls and antique charm. He was the first of the brothers whose room I had seen the inside of. It gave me a taste of normal in a very abnormal situation.
Not wasting any time, Rye placed kisses on my shoulder, down my spine, and then kissed my punished ass.
“The strap does a good job of leaving its mark, doesn’t it,” Rye said, his rough fingers scraping across my buttocks.
I didn’t need to answer. The weals left by the band of leather were obvious, his palms molding to them as his roughened fingertips squeezed my punished flesh. All I could do was reach for the headboard, tighten my grip, and allow his touch to reignite the fire his brother had begun. My eyes slammed shut the moment I felt his touch on my most intimate opening. The memories of what Jay had done, the knowledge that I’d surrendered my cherry as well as my belief that anal sex was not my sexual kink made my blood rush and my pussy spasm.
“Got your ass fucked, did you?” he asked, a finger slipping inside that dark, recently used little hole, to swirl around, to pull out.
I shrieked when his palm connected with my ass, my eyes flying open in shock to meet his.
“I asked you a question, Goldie,” he said, his finger returning to dip inside again.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, your brother fucked my ass—hard.”
“And did you like it?” he asked, his strokes in and out of my ass slow and steady, as if he had all the time in the world.
I hesitated, wondering how to answer. If I lied, would he know? If I told the truth, what would he think? Would he think I was a slut? That I was nothing more than a whore? It was so tempting to lie, to play the part of some injured party and yet all he’d need to do is talk to his brother to learn the truth. Someone who didn’t enjoy the act surely would not have begged to come, someone who hadn’t needed a single touch to her clit… the cock pounding in her ass enough to cause her to implode.
“Yes, I-I did.”
His expression darkened and his finger slipped free, his hands taking a tighter hold on my ass as he spread my legs even wider. Looking down at me, he grinned. “You’re dripping wet, Goldie. I can smell your arousal, see it glistening on your thighs, your curls, your cunt. Now, I’m going to taste it.” With that, his head lowered and his tongue broadened. In one long, languid stroke, he licked me from clit to ass and I cried out, all thoughts of Jay evaporating as Rye began to feast.
“Please, oh God, please!” I begged minutes later, sure if he didn’t grant my request this time, if he didn’t let me climax, I was going to die. He had some uncanny ability to know the very moment that I was about to come, the second before I was stepping off the cliff. It was pure torture that at that exact moment, his tongue would lift, his lips would cease their suckling. “Please, Rye. I need to come!” How he could control himself was beyond me. I knew his cock was hard, had been rigid for ages, and yet he was not only denying me, he was foregoing his own pleasure.
“Don’t you like foreplay?” he asked, his chin glistening with my essence as he looked at me from between my trembling thighs.
“Yes, but you are killing me!” I said, meaning every word. “Please, for fuck’s sake, have mercy!”
“For fuck’s sake?” he asked, grinning and shaking his head. “Do I look like a merciful man to you?”
Perhaps the fact that he, that every Barrett brother, had a far different reputation than one of mercy, should have terrified me, but it didn’t. Not at this moment, at least. Right now, I didn’t care about anything other than easing the ache he’d been causing with every lick of that extremely talented tongue.
“You’re right,” I said, locking my eyes with his. “I don’t want mercy… I need you to take me, to claim me, to fuck me… to make me explode.”
His nostrils flared. “Careful what you ask for. You might regret it.”
The threat sounded far more like a promise. A promise I was praying he would deliver. I didn’t immediately speak, allowing my body to answer for me, lifting my hips, rotating them as much as I could with his huge body between my legs, my hands releasing the rail for a moment to flex my fingers before gripping the metal again.