Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I took his hand and pressed it to my belly. He seemed to understand my meaning.
“Pussy,” he said.
“You can never go wrong with the classics.” Logan gave my breasts one last squeeze and then stepped back.
Graham reached between us, aligning his cock with my entrance.
“Are you sure?” he said quietly, just to me.
I nodded.
With one hand on my hip, he encouraged me to slide down as he thrust up. We both moaned as his thick cock filled me.
“You feel so fucking good, Hailee,” he rasped. “So fucking good for Daddy.”
“You feel good for me, too.” My muscles ached, straining to adjust to his girth. But I welcomed the ache, just as I welcomed the pleasure. Everything about the moment felt like it was meant to be. I stared into Graham’s eyes with the unmistakable awareness that I belonged with these men.
The snap of the lube cap drew my attention back to my uncle. He’d returned to the bed to watch us while stroking himself. Knowing he was watching me fuck his brother made the whole scene even hotter.
“Ride that cock like I know you can, Hailee,” Logan said.
I braced my hands on Graham’s chest for support, as I raised my hips until only the tip of his cock remained inside. Then I slammed back down again, taking him deep and making him grunt with pleasure. He watched my curves bounce with a look of admiration and wonder, like he still couldn’t believe I was actually there, riding him. I leaned down to kiss Graham’s lips, and I suddenly felt my uncle’s hand on my back, encouraging me to relax against his brother’s chest.
Logan ran his hand down my spine, all the way to my back entrance. “Are you ready to take both of us, Hails?”
“I think so,” I said, a little breathless from all the bouncing.
Graham squeezed my hips, encouraging me to stop moving while Logan took up his position behind me.
“We love you, Hailee,” Graham said. “Tell us if you need to stop.”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in the feeling of his hands caressing my sides. We’d come so far tonight and crossed so many lines. I was ready to cross one more.
The lubed head of Logan’s cock brushed against my back entrance. He didn’t try to push inside, just teased and prodded. “You’re our girl, Hails, you know that?”
“You are,” Graham agreed. “All ours.”
A smile pulled at my lips. I focused on my breathing as Logan eased his cock forward a little bit at a time. I whimpered as the fat head slipped past the first ring of muscle.
“That’s it, Hails. You’ve got this.”
He made slow, shallow thrusts until he was all the way inside me. I felt so unbelievably full, sandwiched between Graham and Logan. They were absolutely right. I was theirs. Only theirs.
They started to move. The pace was a little jerky and uneven at first, but they soon found a rhythm that worked. When one pushed forward, the other pulled back. Over and over. They moved together, fucking me so thoroughly that everything else fell away. This bed and these men became my entire universe, the only thing I cared about.
Sweat coated my skin. I shivered as my body coursed with overwhelming pleasure. The sound of our collective moans and grunts filled the room.
Graham’s hands tightened around my curves. “Fuck, I’m coming… Should I pull out?”
“I don’t,” said Logan.
“Ahh, shit, I can’t… Hailee… Fuck…”
I cried out as Graham slammed into me from below. I felt his cock throb inside me, and the understanding that he was pouring his seed into me was so exciting that I found myself staring down another orgasm.
Pleasure sliced through me. I trembled with the intensity of my climax, calling out for Daddy and Uncle Logan.
“Love you, baby—”
“We’ve got you, Hails—”
“Feels so fucking good—”
“Holy… Fuck…”
My ass and pussy tightened around them, wringing one final groan of pleasure from their bodies. They held onto me, panting and shuddering, as their cocks continued to pulse. I might have dozed off, but I was still vaguely aware of kisses being planted on my shoulder blades, my neck, my forehead.
It took a while for our breathing to recover. When they pulled out of my body, a lot of stuff came out with them. They helped clean me up, and then we spread out on the bed, giving everyone enough space to feel comfortable, with me in the middle. Always in the middle.
When I opened my eyes again, it wasn’t quite morning. I studied the water stain on the ceiling, comforted by Logan’s quiet snoring. I rolled onto my side and found Graham lying awake.
“Morning,” I whispered. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Too busy watching you.”
“Hmm.” I studied the lines on his face. Worry lines, frown lines. He had a lot more of them now than he did when he first got sent to prison. I wanted to smooth them out, as if doing so would erase all his worries along with them.