Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
And even if I could leave…
Joey is out there with that stripper. He would see me running from the house. He would find out what his brother and father just did to me.
He would never marry me. Hell, he would never be able to look at me again.
“Come on,” Marcus says, and a moment later, the door opens and both men leave, closing the door behind them.
Tears spring to my eyes and I can’t move.
I’m alone in the room with nothing but my shame to keep me company.
But my isolation doesn’t last long.
Chapter Three
When Marcus comes back, he has Matt with him.
Matt has a reputation for having been wild in his younger days, but he has always been nice to me.
“Whoa, what the fuck?” he says as Marcus ushers him into Joey’s bedroom. The door is open, so he gets a good look at me on the bed, but Marcus closes it before he can have more than a glimpse.
Then there’s only the dim candlelight from the bathroom.
“What is this?” Matt asks warily.
“A pretty little slut for you to fuck,” Marcus tells him.
I suck in a breath, my heart rate kicking up at his words.
“Oh, really?” Matt asks with interest.
“Mm-hmm. I had her first, but if you don’t mind sharing…”
I hold my breath as the men approach the bed. This time, it’s Marcus who approaches the side of the bed so he’s closest to me. The ball gag is loose on the pillow, so he grabs it and wraps the strap around my head again.
“Be a good girl,” he tells me, and his words feel intimate and sordid because he knows who I am and what he’s commanding.
Before I can even gather my wits to object, he has the ball gag back in my mouth, the buckle secured.
Matt climbs on the bed next to me. I don’t expect that. It’s Joey’s spot. My heart contracts, but before I can carry the thought any further, Marcus grabs my tit and squeezes.
“I know you can’t see her,” he tells his brother, “but take my word for it. She’s a very pretty little hole.”
Oh my god. I’m mortified being referred to that way, but the humiliation only intensifies the need humming between my thighs when he squeezes my nipple hard between his fingers and twists.
Matt runs his hand down my torso as I arch against the bed. His touch is light and sends a thrill straight down my spine. He kneads my other breast tenderly while Marcus torments the one nearest him. The contrast is intoxicating, and while I know how depraved it is, I can’t fight the pleasure.
Matt slides my dress up with his wandering hand. He lets his fingertips skim my stomach, then slides his palm down over my hip. He rubs his hand along my inner thigh, and my body tenses as his fingers near my pussy.
“Did you use a condom?” he asks his brother.
“Nah. You don’t have to, either. If you don’t want to dump your cum in her pussy, dump it somewhere else. All her holes are on the table.”
I’m horrified at him offering me up like that.
Matt sinks a finger into my pussy, and I gasp against the ball gag.
“Fuck, she’s wet,” he says, then he sighs with pleasure as he pushes his finger deeper into me. “Jesus Christ.”
Shame heats my skin when he pushes a second finger into me.
The feeling is tempered when Marcus caresses the side of my face with one hand while he teases my nipple with the other. “Yes, she is,” he murmurs affectionately. “She’s a perfect little fuck slut.”
Oh my god.
So much pleasure courses through my body, my toes curl.
Matt pumps his fingers in and out of me, and Marcus plays with my tits, the pair of them driving me crazy until I’m moaning against the ball gag. My body is desperate for release, so when Matt pulls his fingers out of me and takes his cock out instead, my pussy throbs with need.
He slides his hard length into me slowly, the size of him stretching my skin as he enters me bare. I bite down on the ball gag, barely able to contain my pleasure as he shoves deeper and fills me with his cock.
Harder, please. I need it harder.
Either Marcus is a mind reader or he has a good sense of what I need, because when his brother starts fucking me slowly, he tells him, “Really give it to her. She can take it.”
Gratitude spills out of me. I wish at this moment I could touch Marcus, but I’m still handcuffed to the bed.
Matt thrusts into me harder and my tits jiggle from the force. Marcus palms them possessively, kneading them like they belong to him. Like I do, and I’m his to dispatch as he pleases.
It couldn’t be further from the truth, but it doesn’t matter right now.