Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
With that, we clambered back into the truck, silent as we drove. I wasn’t sure what was next. Was Katy going to bitch us out for trailing her? Were we going to rail at her for going on a date with another man? But the brunette had other ideas because the fight had gone out of her. This particular dose of reality had been like a ton of bricks crashing down with a thunderous roar, and my sweet girl was deep in thought the entire drive.
But once we got back, Katy sprang into action. She turned to us after the front door shut, her fine form curvy and tempting in that tight sweater and short skirt. The beautiful woman smiled tremulously, her lips pouty and soft. Fuck, this girl could wear rags and I’d be into it. I’d tear that shit off without a second thought. Or better yet, she could walk around naked all day because that was right up my alley.
But now, something was different. Before, the brunette had been filled with doubt, unsure about how things would work between the three of us, toeing the start line but not quite ready to run. But now that internal resistance was gone, completely kaput. She smiled at us, eyes wide, warm, molten pools of chocolate.
“Jason, Brent,” she breathed, “I want to be with you.”
I wanted to yell, to lash out, to make her pay for going on a date with another man but my breath caught because the teen started shimmying out of her clothes, and my body went from anger to lust in half a second. Oh god, she was so beautiful. Slowly, the brunette pulled the sweater over her head, revealing those soft, huge tits, barely covered by a bra, and reached in back to undo the snap, slowly stroking the silk straps off her shoulders. When her jugs were free, she beckoned to us.
“Come and taste me?” she whispered, holding a breast in each hand, lifting and offering the tips. “Would you like that, boys?”
And Jason and I were like slaves before our mistress, on our knees in a second, me tonguing one breast while he took the other. The girl threw her head back in ecstasy, eyes closed, moaning slightly and I should have been angry, should have been furious with her, but my rage instead transformed into a burning sensation in my groin, a hardness, a need to take.
“Fuck little girl, you’re so amazing,” I growled, worshipping at her boob. Her soft, white jug was so huge that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth and instead settled on sucking her tip, rolling the sweet cherry around in my mouth before nipping lightly, biting that sweetness.
And Jason was a goner as well. He kissed along the crest of her breast before biting hard on the soft underbelly, leaving teeth marks, a crescent of indentations.
“Ouch!” she squealed, eyes flying open, looking with shocked eyes at us, not sure whether to be angry or aroused or both.
Jason just grunted.
“That’s for going out with another man,” he snarled. “That’s what you get.”
And I nodded vehemently. Yeah, I wasn’t the only one who was mad that our best girl had spent time in the company of a loser. She deserved it and I wanted to wreak some punishment as well, pummel her with my dick, force her to take it.
But I wasn’t gonna do it on her breast.
“Take your skirt off,” I growled. “Everything but the heels.”
And Jason and I pulled away as Katy stared at us with big eyes, those huge tits heaving, little red marks showing on the creamy flesh from our loving. But the tables had been turned and resistance was futile because there were two alphas in the room, two dominating, domineering male animals. So slowly, the teen reached in back and unsnapped her skirt, wriggling it over her hips until it dropped to the floor, wearing nothing now except the tiniest lace panties and high heels.
I was angry as fuck still despite the arousal coursing through my body, making my cock literally shake, and I wanted Katy to do something nasty, force her to be a slut after what we’d been through. So I didn’t move from my position, instead gazing at those creamy curves, a wet spot already seeping darkly through her panties.
“Take it off,” I ground out, and both Jason and I stared like crazed madmen as the girl tugged at the elastic of the pink cloth. And slowly, she pulled it from her hips, down her thick thighs and over her knees, stepping out of the cotton. Fuck, the aroma of her pussy filled the small trailer, so tantalizing, so musky and heavy that my cock jerked a bit then, letting loose a spurt of man cream.
But I wanted Katy to pay.