Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
And we went wild as a result. All thought of keeping things impersonal went out the window, and the moment we saw her beauty in the light, every plan we had fell away. She’s gorgeous, like an angel with skin of alabaster and long brown curls cascading down her shoulders. Big brown eyes with thick, long lashes stared up at us in a mixture of fear and arousal. Her face is innocence itself, flushed from anticipation, her full lips in a confused pout. I recall what it felt like to feel those lips wrapped around my cock the night before as she drained my cum down her throat.
And those tits. Those huge, soft tits that made my cock rock hard from just their silhouette. I can see them fully now, the large pink nipples barely hidden by the see-through material of her nightdress. With her soft arms, the white rolls of her belly, and her large thighs, she reminds me of a figure in Titian paintings. A goddess from another time. A body like that just isn’t appreciated in today’s society anymore, much to my regret.
My cock presses painfully into the hard material of my pants, and I can see the little girl’s eyes traveling over our outlined ridges. I lick my fingers, tasting her sweet cream from when I’d gently caressed her slippery pussy. Mmmm, she’s sweet. Her nipple hardened beneath my palm as she’d cried out, and Bruce used the opportunity to open her thighs to finger her ass, making her moan even louder. We’re about to get what we came here for.
“Brother, would you like to do the honors?” asks Bruce. He’s pulled out his weapon and is massaging his length two feet away from me. The man’s enormous and ready to go, that lethal weapon dripping with need.
In response, I pull out my own cock, making the girl gasp as her eyes go round. I don’t blame her. She’s got two huge, hung men with their shafts out, and she’s about to take them both. Even more, Bruce and I aren’t weirded out at all. I grew up with my brother, and we share everything. So why not this tight little angel?
I chuckle at the girl’s confusion; she genuinely doesn’t realize the depravity she’s about to experience. Or how it’s going to go down.
“You know our names, angel. Now tell us yours,” I rasp hoarsely, forcing myself not to ram my pulsing cock between those pouting lips. I make myself hold back, and I can sense Bruce doing the same. We don’t want to scare this innocent little vixen any more than we already have.
She takes a deep breath.
“Annie,” she whispers.
“Annie?” I reply. “That doesn’t suit you.”
“I agree,” adds Bruce, frowning down at her. “And I don’t like it.” Easy, man. I glance over at him, sensing that she’s drawing back into herself.
“What Bruce means,” I say gently, “is that you remind us of something. Or someone, to be more precise.” It’s ridiculous that we’re having this conversation as my brother and I hold our raging hard-ons just a foot from the ripe little girl we’re meant to take.
“Who?” she asks innocently, her full lips forming the word in a perfectly delicious little “O.” I clear my throat and force my voice to form words.
“A goddess from a painting we stole.”
“A goddess?”
“Yeah, and goddess’s names aren’t Annie,” says Bruce. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“Well, my real name is Annabel,” she says demurely. “But that’s what my father calls me, and I hate it.”
“Well, I guess your father isn’t your daddy. But we can be, if you’ll let us. Annabel is beautiful, and it suits you.”
She smiles a little, her eyes going soft once more.
“Annabel it is then,” is her dulcet reply.
I grin down at her from under my scowl. If I don’t get into this ripe little vixen soon, I’m going to accidentally blow my load in her face.
“Enough talking,” Bruce rasps, clearly feeling the same way. I take off my shirt and pants in a smooth sweep and so does my twin. Annie’s breath catches in her throat at the sight of our ripped bodies, and I don’t blame her. My brother and I work out like fiends because criminals need to be in top physical shape, and our bodies show it. Our shoulders are broad, our six packs ripped like washboards, and of course, our giant cocks are in full sight on either side of her bed, dripping and pulsing with anticipation.
“Oh god, you’re beautiful,” she sighs, her mouth dropping open a bit. “I can’t wait.”
I nod.
“Take off your clothes, Annabel,” is my command. She complies, her hands trembling as she fingers the delicate material and pulls it down over her shoulders. Both Bruce and I inhale with lust at the sight of her fully nude body, all tits and curves. Fuck, she’s delicious.