Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
7
KITTEN
Even though I couldn’t see him, I could picture Gunnar on his knees behind me… could imagine Tate sliding his saliva-slicked dick right between Gunnar’s ass cheeks as I watched.
I’d never felt so on fire before. I was burning alive for these two men.
His tongue speared through my slit, lapping at all the silky wetness that was a constant flow from me. Gunnar groaned against my soaked flesh.
God, this was all too much. Too intense. I was gagging on Tate’s cock as Gunnar ate out my cunt.
I was going to come.
But before I got to that point, Gunnar stopped licking and sucking at my pussy. And before I knew what was happening, I felt the sharp sting of Gunnar’s palm between my thighs.
“If you get off,” Gunnar said, now having his mouth back on my pussy. He pulled my lips apart, dragging his tongue up and down my slit before plunging it inside of me. “I’ll keep spanking this pretty cunt until it’s pink and tender and you can’t sit comfortably.” Gunnar said those muffled words against me, and Tate pulled back, his cock slipping free from my lips. I sucked in a deep breath, spit dribbling out of my mouth.
“God, I’m dying here,” I moaned, embarrassed I couldn’t bite my tongue, because my feelings were too strong right now. I felt too much… was on sensory overload.
Tate grabbed his cock and started stroking himself right in front of me.
Gunnar started rubbing my clit back and forth with his tongue.
I tilted my head back, unable to hold it up for long, because I felt like my body was pudding, loose in all the right places.
“I’m going to come if we keep this up,” I panted, moaning in-between each word.
“Not yet, sweet girl. Let your Daddies take care of you and tell you when it’s time to go over the edge.”
Tate gripped my chin and angled my face so I could suck on his dick again.
“Now,” he said and smoothed his fingers along my jawline before taking hold of my hair until the pain came back. “Suck my cock until I fill your belly with cum. Only then will Gunnar let you get off.”
It was hard to focus on the task at hand when Gunnar was between my thighs, doing amazingly torturous things to my pussy.
“Such a good girl,” Tate praised. “You’re making me feel so good. The fucking best.”
Gunnar groaned, his hands gripping my ass so hard I knew there would be fingerprint-sized bruises on my flesh. God, I wanted those marks.
“The fucking best, huh?” Gunnar chuckled against my pussy.
“Right up there with you, Gun.” Tate shifted, and I looked up to see Tate and Gunnar kissing deeply, their tongues dueling.
Gunnar broke the kiss and was back between my thighs again. “Kitten tastes as good as you, Tate,” he snarled against me and smacked my ass. “Only your brother’s cock and cum is as delicious as your juicy pink.”
Juicy “pink’? And no piercing. Now I knew it was Gunnar who had been the one on livestream with me before the lights went out.
God, I was going to get off, and there was no way to stop it.
But he stopped right before I came, pulling a distorted sound from me as I kept giving Tate head. Gunnar’s mouth was so wet as he trailed his lips up my back, dragging his tongue along the length of my spine.
His hot breath slid across my cheek. I could smell my pussy on him.
His chest was pressed against my back, his cock now nestled in the crease of my ass.
“So good,” Gunnar growled.
Tate started shoving his dick back in my mouth and pumped harder. Faster. I knew he was going to come. I wanted to swallow every drop of the big load I knew filled his balls.
“Such a good girl. Look at you, letting me mouth-fuck you before Gunnar and I claim that little pussy.” Tate ravaged my mouth, holding either side of my face as he did it. Gunnar’s fingers were between my thighs as he licked and sucked at the side of my throat, leaving little hickies, no doubt.
“I’m so close, sweetheart.” Tate was panting so hard. Gunnar was groaning so loudly. “Relax that throat and take all of me as I shoot my huge wad into your belly.”
I gazed up at Tate, but God, I wanted to close them and absorb how good it all felt, but there was this intense magnetism that surrounded me by holding Tate’s stare.
His jaw was locked as he thrust in and out, his length and girth suffocating.
“Jesus Christ,” Gunnar cursed. “I could get off just by watching your lips stretch so wide around Tate’s massive cock.”
Fat tears rolled down my cheeks as my stepbrother picked up speed. He was so close, and I was hungry for it.