Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Is it pride that makes me open my legs wider, despite the pinch of pain? I don’t know. I’m only aware of the sudden responsibility to please this man, to welcome him into my body and relieve the tension evident in every line of his powerful body.
Jacob sinks deeper with a long groan and it’s echoed by his brother.
“I feel the cherry,” he grates through clenched teeth.
“Get rid of it,” Bridger grunts. “Make her ours.”
I’m already dealing with the discomfort of being stretched by Jacob’s large appendage, but I brace now for the sharpest pain, my hands turning to fists in his hold.
“This is going to sting, angel.” He leans down and presses our foreheads together, stretching my wrists high above my head, keeping them pinned. “I’m sorry.”
“She has to forgive you,” Bridger says. “She’s family.”
The reminder that it’s my stepbrother inside me makes my sex clench and Jacob’s lip ticks up at one end. “Ahhh. I felt that, you dirty, little girl.” His smile turns into a snarl and he punches his hips forward, stamping his mouth down on top of mine at the same time, absorbing my shriek. Invaded. I’ve been completely invaded. Conquered. My legs are shaking with the force of pressure. The sweep of pain and pride and uncertainty of how long it will last, what happens next. “Oh fuck. Fuck, Bridger. She’s got all of me. Every inch. Can’t believe it.”
“Christ.” Bridger’s breath is labored and I glance back in a daze to find him fondling an erection almost as large as Jacob’s. “We knew she was special the second we saw her, didn’t we, brother?”
“Yes,” Jacob groans into my neck. “Jesus, she’s tight. If I move, I’m going to come.” He trails shaking fingers down my sternum, dipping them below my waist until the pad of his thumb finds my sensitive bud, strumming it firmly. “Going to play with her clit until she pops. Then I’ll try to get in a couple of strokes. Fuck. You won’t believe this pussy.”
“And Zoe…” Bridger takes several shaky breaths, his hand flying up and down the column of his flesh. “What does Jacob’s cock feel like?”
“Hard,” I moan, my thighs hooking over Jacob’s hips. “Huge.”
Bridger groans.
Jacob’s gaze flickers to his brother and they watch each other as he rocks his lower body subtly, his thumb blurring on my swelling bud. They don’t break eye contact as Jacob lowers his head, taking my nipple in his mouth and rolling the stiff bud on his tongue.
“What’s it going to take to make you go off, Bridger?” Jacob rasps, licking across to my other breast.
“Watching her come.” His tone drops, turns secretive. “You…as well.”
Jacob hisses a breath, his length stretching inside me. “Fuck.”
There’s something indescribable taking place between them in the dim room. I’m an object of lust for both men, but the connection is between all three of us. Live wires are running in all directions and my body thrills to the electrical currents.
The finest hairs on my body are standing on end and I can feel every single one. Can feel every breath entering and leaving my lungs. Jacob’s touch between my legs is driving me to a point I never knew existed. The pressure deep inside me, the friction of his plundering thickness, the way he looks down at me, like I’m a marvel. His own contorted features that speak volumes about his need for release. The guttural sounds coming from Bridger. All of it whips me up, makes me unbearably hot and achy, every ounce of my being focusing in on that tiny bud and the increased vibrations in my loins.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, squirming on the mattress, muscles beginning to clench. “D-don’t stop. Don’t.”
“I won’t, angel. I’ll never stop.” Jacob’s hips start to pump, moving as if involuntary, strangled sounds filling the still space. “She’s a fucking miracle. Jesus. She’s going to come with me crammed inside her. It’s tightening. Tightening—” he gasps.
Completion crests over me and I strain, my body arching, trembling. I can’t see the world in front of my eyes, everything is bright white. The deepest part of me is clenching, releasing, and then Jacob is pinning me down to the mattress, rearing back and driving into me once, twice, a third time, before he groans brokenly into my neck, his thick thighs shaking in between mine, a flood of moisture leaving his shaft and flowing into me.
Bridger moans from the corner of the room and the three of us create a sort of erotic harmony that I will never forget as long as I live.
My stepbrothers are my lovers.
It’s my first thought as I start to come down and both men surround me on the giant bed, sandwiching me between their powerful bodies. Bridger pulls me back against his fully clothed front and nude Jacob growls, tugging me back in his direction by the waist. A tug of war ensues until they finally just press me tight as I’ll go between them, so every inch of my skin is touched by an Onasis.