Insincerity – An MFM Forbidden Romance Read Online Margot Scott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Novella, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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“Uncle Logan… Please…”

“Sounded like a yes to me.” He unhooked my bra, and the two of them worked together to free my arms from the straps. They unwrapped me like a present on Christmas morning.

Graham hummed with pleasure as he palmed my breasts for the first time.

“My God, brother, I fucking love it when you’re right.”

“I usually am,” said Logan.

Graham lowered his face to my chest, grasping my breast and wrapping his lips around my nipple. I moaned as he fluttered his tongue over the pebbled tip, letting my head fall back onto Logan’s shoulder.

Their collective attention had me reeling. I was overwhelmed in the best way, completely at their mercy.

Logan grasped my jaw and turned my head so he could kiss me. I parted my lips obediently, letting him have his way with my tongue. Graham’s mouth on my breasts had my pussy dripping, soaking my panties and making my inner thighs slick. I desperately needed to touch my clit. But I’d barely managed to get my hand between my legs when I was suddenly being repositioned.

“I think our girl’s pussy needs attention,” Logan said. He eased me backward until I was lying on top of him lengthwise with his arms wrapped around my chest. “How soaked are her panties?”

“Fucking drenched.” Graham ran two fingers up the front of my panties, a wicked smile on his lips. The teasing, fleeting pressure had to be worse than if he’d never touched me at all.

“Please,” I begged. “Touch me.”

“Like this?” He continued to barely pet the front of my panties. I wriggled in Logan’s arms, equal parts frustrated and turned-on.

“Not like that,” I whined. “Harder. Without the underwear.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He pulled my panties off and then raised them to his face, inhaling deeply.

Oh my god. I cannot believe he just did that.

“You smell so good.” He scrunched up my panties and then shoved them into his pocket like some kind of souvenir. “Now I’ve got to taste you.”

I laughed as he nuzzled my belly, pressing open-mouthed kisses above my navel. The realization that I was now fully naked in front of my stepdad made my face and chest burn. I was aware that this was hardly the first time he’d seen me without clothes on, but it still felt significant. We were really doing this. He removed his button-up shirt and then his T-shirt. Had he always been so toned? I couldn’t remember. All I knew was that looking at him made me want to press against his hard body until there was no space between us.

Graham hummed with pleasure as he buried his face in my folds. I gasped as his tongue slid over my clit, and then moaned when Logan apparently decided that now was the perfect time to involve my nipples. He wasn’t wrong. Graham threw my leg over his shoulder so he could reach my center, thrusting his tongue inside me. I loved the way he gripped my ass, firmly, almost painfully.

Logan ground his erection against my back. “See what you do to us, Hails? We’re not supposed to want you, and yet here we are, fucking obsessed.”

I moaned as Graham fixed his mouth over my clit. “Oh God, yes.”

Pleasure flowed through my veins, concentrating in the space between my hips. I grabbed onto Logan’s arms as my orgasm slammed into me so suddenly that I was sure I’d lose consciousness. But I didn’t. I held tight to the feeling as it surged through me, only letting go when I felt Graham’s lips on my belly.

“Beautiful,” he said, one word that conveyed a world of meaning.

Logan let me catch my breath for a moment before helping me up off the couch. I swayed on my feet, but I wasn’t afraid of falling because I had my two favorite men on either side, ready to catch me. They turned my face one way, then the other, taking turns kissing me, as their hands roamed my body, mapping my curves.

“Let’s show your daddy what you’ve been working on,” Logan said.

My brain short-circuited. “Daddy?”

Logan shrugged, stripping down to his boxers. “You like calling me Uncle. He’s your stepdad. Seems fitting.”

I studied Graham’s face, trying to gauge his reaction to this new but also old title. After he went away, I made a point to stop calling him ‘dad’ even in my own head. But the thought of calling him Daddy in this context felt dirty and embarrassing...though not in a bad way.

“I get it,” Graham said to me. “It’s weird. You can call me whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Logan shook his head. “I don’t know. That blush usually means she likes it.”

I covered my cheeks with my hands. The proud, adult part of me didn’t want to acknowledge the way my clit throbbed when I thought about the words daddy and Graham in the same sentence.


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