Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Especially when Leander spreads her and urges her knees up by her shoulders, handing a leg off to me and one to Milo.
I take Hope’s leg in my hands, caressing as I lift and bend it. She’s shaved recently, but maybe yesterday. I can feel the little spikes of hairs starting to burst through again and it makes me so goddamn hard.
She’s running after those two toddlers all day and I love every single fucking bit of her femininity. Speaking of…
“It’s been too long since you tasted her, brother,” I say, gesturing to her pussy that’s spread like a bouquet between her open legs.
Not that I need to bring attention—Milo’s eyes are already zeroed in on the sweet place where I can already see moisture winking at us.
He quickly shakes his head. “I better not. I’ll come too fast.”
Understandable. “Then hold her leg still while I—” No need to finish that sentence.
I don’t hesitate. I bend down, pausing as always to take a deep inhale of God’s perfume.
My woman’s cunt.
Musky. Warm and welcoming me home where I was always meant to be.
Her clit is still small, though. Not fat and swollen like I want it. I really want to feel both of our cocks when we get to stuffing her here in a few minutes. Because I know my girl. And she hasn’t been in the mood like this for a while.
The amount of lubrication she’s already spewing is monumental.
This is going to be good. For all of us.
I lick up her slit. She’s so hot. She gushes on my tongue and I lick her up. I slurp. I’m not tidy. I tongue all around her clit, which swells even as I start to suckle her.
Around me, her thighs tremble.
That’s right. When my honey’s really hot for it, she can be a hair-trigger. I love feeling that need bubbling right beneath her skin.
I bite down on her thickening clit. Lightly. Then harder.
Milo has to really work to hold her leg as she comes. Leander grabs her other thigh, prying her open even when her instinct is to clutch those thighs around my head like a vise as I continue to pleasure her.
She’s only just begun to come down from it when I pull away.
I want to leave her wanting more.
This is only the beginning of where we’re about to take her. “Leander, pin her wrists in place.”
He starts to move, so I finish, “With your knees. We’re going to leave our woman well-stuffed. All of us fucking her at once.”
Milo’s body jerks from where he’s kneeling beside Hope. He likes that thought. So I continue talking.
“All of our cocks will be filling her up. Milo and me fucking her cunt at once. Two cocks stretching that pussy that’s had it far too easy. But we’re gonna fuck her dirty. We’re gonna remind her what it means to have so many hungry daddies.”
“You first, Milo. Start getting her stretched for us.”
Milo moves eagerly. For the first time since he came back to us, he doesn’t look like a stoned zombie. He looks so much like his old self—if too skinny with dark circles under his eyes—that my stomach twists. But I’m damned if I’m gonna miss out on the moment with him. With Hope. With all of us together again.
Milo doesn’t scramble, though, as he moves to position himself between Hope’s legs while she’s on her back. He doesn’t have the energy of an anxious teenager anymore.
He’s slow. Careful. Measured.
As if he’s afraid Hope’s made of glass… or like a mirage in the desert.
His hand shakes as he reaches it out to touch her thigh. And the look on his face as he runs his palm up it—like a man who just took his first drink of water from the oasis when he found it was real and not just his mind playing a trick on him.
Milo’s eyes are worshipful as he looks up and down Hope’s luscious body.
Like an afterthought, he grabs his shaft. But he still has that supplicant-at-the-altar look as he lines himself up at her entrance.
Then he bites his lip and throws his head back when just the tip of his cock makes contact with her wetness—
That’s… fucking hot.
It’s like I can feel my brother’s pleasure. And Hope’s, because she opens her legs even wider, and her thighs start trembling again as he slowly, ever so slowly like he’s treasuring every damn inch of the entrance, pushes in.
Chapter 36
MILO
Hope’s pussy.
Fuck, I can’t believe I’m back here. I think—
Holy shit… I think this is real. Not a dream. Not the eternal paradise after all.
Just the earthly one.
With my brothers. With our woman who’s splayed out and ready for us.
Giving herself so that we might partake.
Her pussy is pure silk around my shaft. The last two years with only my calloused hand in the dark, if I could ever manage a place that was truly alone—usually a bathroom when I could manage—and always furtive, quick—