Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I spasmed up against Leander as Milo kept up his dirty talk, and Leander bit my bottom lip, grabbing one of my nipples in between his forefinger and his thumb and twisting—
I howled into Leander’s mouth.
Janus fucked me harder, positively sawing in and out of my pussy, grinding his groin on my swollen clit and labia while Leander kept twisting and twisting—
I screamed and spasmed against the twins.
“Look at our little slut,” Milo said. “She can’t get enough dick. She needs it. She wants to lick it. She wants dick in her mouth, doesn’t she? If she had dick in her mouth, she’d be the perfect portrait.”
I blinked and looked up at Leander. For once my hands weren’t bound so I was free to reach up to him and caress his jaw. I nodded excitedly. I felt so much pleasure in this moment, and I could feel how much pleasure I was bringing Janus.
I wanted to complete the circle. I needed Leander in my mouth. I needed to taste his salty-bitter cum. I needed to swallow and suck and drive him so wild he couldn’t wake in the morning without wanting my mouth around his cock, couldn’t go to work or walk onto set without dreaming of my luscious lips swallowing him down to his balls—
I pulled back from him just far enough to plead, “Please. Daddy.” And then, eye to eye, earnest with the man I’d made love to this morning and played with this afternoon, “Leander.”
“Fuck.” And then he whispered, “You know in the end I can never deny you anything.”
Leander got to his knees and bent over me, angling his fat shaft down with his hand to my mouth.
I swallowed him eagerly, reaching up to take him with my hand. I’d always had petite hands and it thrilled me every time my little hand wouldn’t fit around his big cock. So much so that I spasmed around his brother even as I swallowed Leander down.
“Godfuckingdammit,” Leander swore.
He was salty. I licked him furiously with my tongue as I widened my mouth to swallow him deeper. And deeper still.
“Damn, baby,” Milo said. “That’s right. Mmmm, yes, honey. The way your flesh sucks around Janus’s cock while he fucks you so good. But damn, I don’t even know if it holds a candle to watching your sweet little slut mouth suck down Big Daddy’s cock. Oh, he’s going deep, isn’t he? Oh, that’s deep. Oh baby, he’s going in your throat. He’s choking you. Can you handle it, baby? Can you handle what Big Daddy’s giving you? Can you handle this test?”
Tears squeezed out of my eyes as my throat bulged with Leander’s cock. I looked up his torso at his face and there was something on it. Something I couldn’t explain. An intensity and an anger and an intense, intense lust—
Our gazes locked. “You can take it, baby,” Leander whispered. “Baby can take it.” It was assurance as much as an order.
My pussy squelched around Janus and I nodded, determined. I’d survived the Channel. This I actually wanted. I remembered what it had been like to trust Leander and leap. I remembered what it was like in that magical space when I gave in to both boys fucking me simultaneously front and back. And I went loose. I gave myself over to Leander’s command of me.
He felt it, I knew, because a smile and pride I’d never seen before came over his face. He didn’t let up his cock on my throat. If anything, he fucked me deeper. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.”
And just when I was sure I couldn’t anymore, he pulled back and let me breathe again. And right after I’d caught my breath, his cock was pressing back at my lips. He was still salty from the sea and delicious, and I licked him, loving him as I gave in to his command of my body.
I imagined the picture Milo saw, me on the beach, laid out by the fire like a not-so-virginal sacrifice. Two men with huge, muscled backs looming over me. One ass pumping furiously as he fucked the living daylights out of me, while the other grasped my hair like I was a ragdoll and fucked my throat as if I were just that, a doll.
Fucking hell, I loved that image. I was Daddy’s little doll and they’d brought me to the beach along with the rest of their luxury equipment, to fuck and service them. I experimented suctioning my mouth and throat around Leander’s thick cock and humming low notes.
“Godfuckingdammit,” Leander swore. “This sweet little bitch is deep-throating me like a trained fucking whore. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Just like that.” He grabbed my hair low at the base of my head and fucked my face hard.
“Harder,” Leander grunted out to his brother, and I could tell I had his tight control slipping, which I loved. I suckled and hummed and reached up to play with his balls, squeezing them up tight against his body in a way I’d noticed he liked.