Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
My tongue darts out, licking her nipple, soothing the bite before pulling out of her, only to be replaced by Ronan. He takes his position between her legs and buries his cock to the hilt. “Fuck,” he hisses just as Kian impales his ass. His words come out hoarse and needy. “Ready for another load in your hungry pussy, Rabbit?”
Stella isn’t angry anymore. The venom circulating in her eyes a moment ago is now replaced by lust. Fuck, she’s beautiful, even when she looks like a damn porn star.
Ronan’s hands grab onto her full, round stomach, using it as leverage while he pounds mercilessly into her. The cum I left in her tight cunt overflows around his thick cock.
The longing for her touch consumes me as I palm my dick and walk over to her, slapping her face with it. “Be a good girl and clean your brother’s dick.”
Her mouth parts for me, and I slip my cock between her full, red lips. The sensation of her tongue rotating around my dick makes my knees buckle. Christ, the girl doesn’t even have to do anything, and she makes me want to crumble beneath her feet. Her pretty hooded eyes watch my face as if she knows she’s the one with the power. Usually, that would piss me off, and I’d be putting her in her place. But right now, all I can focus on is her velvet tongue working my cock like an artist works his next masterpiece. If there were a prize for the best cocksucker on the planet, it would go to Stella, hands down.
It doesn’t take long for her to make me hard as steel again, my cock gagging her as I grow to full mass in her warm, inviting mouth. She gasps for breath as my hand grips her throat. “Look what you did, Sis. Better fix what you broke.”
Ronan’s groans take over the room. He’s bent over, his lips on one of Stella’s nipples, sucking her gently while her other tit is in his hand being mauled, pulled, and tugged so harshly I think he might rip it off her body.
“Always in torment, aren’t you, Ronan? Not sure if you should fuck her like a queen or a dirty cum slut.”
Kian shoves Ronan’s head on Stella’s big, beautiful stomach, holding him in place as he grunts his orgasm and shoots deep in his ass. “Look at that, Sis. Looks like your whore body made everyone cum.” Stella gags and her face turns a deep shade of red, strangling between my thick cock lodged up her throat and my hand pushing on her trachea.
Part of me hates that this turns me on, debasing her like she means nothing when, in reality, she’s everything. But Stella’s hand grips my ass, pushing me further down her throat, and I know my girl is perfect in every single way.
“Such a good cock whore, Sis. You’re gonna make your big brother give you a nice big load deep in your pretty little throat. Is that what you want? To snack on your big brother’s cum?”
I don’t let her answer. Instead, I fuck her mouth and get lost in the humming sounds she makes as my cock hits the back of her throat until I explode deep in her perfect little mouth. There’s too much cum for her, and a few drops fall, hitting the hardwood floor.
“Oh, look at this, Kitten.” I use my hold on her hair to tug and pull her face towards the hardwood floor. “Better be a good girl and lick it all up. It would be a shame to waste the gift I gave you.”
Her sexy eyes shoot daggers at me. “You can’t be serious?”
Chapter
Three
Stella
I don’t care about the answer. People always ask questions based on societal conventions of normality. I don’t need him to answer the question because the reality is I like being used like this. I get off on it in multiple ways. Yet I still seem to pander to small-minded people’s moral judgments on what four adults do in the privacy of their own homes.
My thighs squeeze together at the notion of licking cum off the floor. The sheer depravity, the debased nature of the humiliating act, is something in which I revel.
What most people don’t get about degradation is the liberation found within its confines. But because they can’t understand the beauty, they call it tawdry, shameful, an illness. They want to classify it as a horrible act. They believe those of us who partake are abusers or victims. They put us in boxes and label us as they see fit. But in their ignorance, they don’t appreciate that degradation is a common kink for women. They don’t know the power dynamic or the sense of freedom it provides for many of us. Or they simply don’t care. But they will never understand the love present, even under the most heinous acts.