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)
Zoe does what she’s told, her fingers fumbling in their haste to free my wood.
I hiss a breath when the throbbing column snakes out, standing straight up between us.
Bridger is still playing with Zoe’s tits, but he trails his fingers down her belly now, teasing her clit for a few strokes, then abruptly sinks two fingers into her pussy, making her gasp. I think I might gasp, too, wildly turned on by the stark size difference between her tiny pussy and my brother’s thick, blunt fingers. “You get this wet from kissing Jacob?”
“Yes.”
My brother’s eyes ghost over me. “Is he…a good kisser?”
“Yes. Very.”
Bridger hums, pushes his fingers deeper, jiggling them. “Ready to fuck, aren’t you, Zoe?”
She pants in response, nodding her head vigorously. A tremble takes her thighs.
“Climb on, then,” I rasp, leaning back in the seat. “Need you so bad, angel.”
There are no words for the sensation of her incredible tightness sheathing me slowly. As if this girl wasn’t magical enough, she actually manages to sink down, fitting me inch by inch. All of me. And here I would have been satisfied to get a third of my cock inside of her. Hell, just looking at her is better than the sex I’ve had.
Just like last night, the way she squeezes and ripples around my shaft causes the seed to boil to the surface in my balls. “I’m going to erupt,” I groan, holding her still with a tight grip on her ass. “Swear to God. I don’t know how she does it. She fucks me without even moving.”
“Hold back,” Bridger says, positioning himself directly behind Zoe.
What is he doing?
My breathing turns harsh when he locks his lap to Zoe’s ass and he thrusts her forward with his own hips, dragging her pussy up my dick. “Stop,” I hiss, alarmed, turned on, shocked.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Bridger asks, his open mouth on Zoe’s neck. “Do you think he wants us to stop, angel?”
She studies my face from beneath heavy lids. “No,” she whispers.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I brace, gripping the leather seat, unable to block the anticipation.
Bridger trails his middle finger down Zoe’s torso and circles her clit slowly, drawing a breathy moan from her mouth. His hips brush the insides of my knees, the rasp of his suit pants making me squeeze my eyes shut. But they fly open again when Bridger gives a slow buck and Zoe rides halfway up my erection, before he grinds her back down, his finger still rubbing her clit. And Christ, she’s so hot. She’s so fucking hot and tight, her thighs spread so I can see the broad stalk of my shaft spreading her flesh, filling her, my brother’s fingers making her wetter and wetter, keeping her prepared.
I throw my head back up against the seat, sweat trickling down the back of my neck. “Shit. Shit. I’m not going to be able to do this much longer.”
Bridger ignores my warning, lifting Zoe back against his chest and grinding her down on my lap. He leans forward to do this and we lock eyes over her shoulder. It’s sensory overload. My balls are quickening, ready to burst. Zoe’s tits are raking up and down my chest, her beautiful face in an expression of ecstasy, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. She’s being moved from behind by the man who holds the keys to every castle I’ve ever known and I know, I know what’s happening is a little sick, but I can’t help but pump my hips upward, groaning raggedly, searching her face for signs that she’s close, searching his for signs of approval.
“Do you like riding Jacob’s cock, angel?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, moving as one with Bridger. “I love it.”
“He loves it, too.” Bridger takes the finger off her clit and drags a path of her wetness down my belly. “Look how tightly he’s flexed here, trying not to come.”
My heels dig into the carpeted floor, a high-pitched ring starting in my ears. I’m being crushed on one side by pain, pleasure on the other. Her pussy stretches around my cock again, again, again, her tight, wet flesh slapping down on mine, and I’m shouting up at the ceiling, baring my teeth, trying to hold back. This is bad. It’s so bad, but I want it. My brother looms behind our stepsister, moving in a perfect mimic of what she’s doing to me, and I don’t know where to look. Don’t know how to feel, but my body is making the decision for me.
It needs this. Needs release. Delivered just like this. From these people.
Always.
“Oh my God,” Zoe sobs, starting to shake.
“Good man, brother,” Bridger praises. “She’s there.”
A violent shake takes my whole frame and I erupt at the same time as Zoe. She falls forward against my chest, our mouths locking in a kiss as she grinds frantically on my spurting dick, Bridger kneeling behind her with satisfaction curving his lips.