Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“I’ve never…” I bite my lip, searching for the words. “I’ve never let go like that before or felt anything that intense. It was terrifying… and amazing.”
Mason’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at me. “That’s what we wanted for you, sweetheart. A night to remember. No holding back. Feeling everything we could give you.”
A night.
The words settle in my chest with a strange mix of relief and disappointment. This was supposed to be an impulsive interlude. A secret I could tuck away and pull out on lonely nights when my boring, safe life felt too small. But lying here between their warm, solid bodies with Mason’s heartbeat regular under my cheek, and Brookes’s arm heavy and protective around my waist, it doesn’t feel like an experience I can neatly file away and forget.
The thought makes the spot behind my ribs ache, but before I can spiral, Brookes’s fingers dip back between my legs, sliding through the slick mess of his own cum leaking from me. He gathers it on two thick digits and pushes them slowly back inside my tender pussy, fucking his release deeper with lazy strokes.
I gasp as my hips twitch in response. “Brookes…”
“We’re not done with you yet, darlin’,” he murmurs against my ear, voice dark with renewed hunger. “Moon’s still up. We still have time to make sure this pretty cunt remembers exactly who filled it the best.”
Mason’s hand slides from my belly to my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me whimper. “That’s right, sweet Janey. We’re not letting you come down yet. We’re gonna edge you one more time. Make you earn your next orgasm while we watch you fall apart again.”
My body, already exhausted, lights up like a struck match. A fresh gush of wetness coats Brookes’s fingers. God, I’m shameless. They’ve already wrecked me, and I’m still aching for more.
They move with that effortless coordination that makes my head spin. Mason rolls me onto my back while Brookes stays behind my head, guiding my arms up so I’m stretched out between them like an offering. Mason settles between my spread thighs, his broad shoulders holding me open. He doesn’t dive in right away. Instead, he blows a cool stream of air over my swollen, slick pussy, making me shiver and clench.
“Look at this pretty mess,” Mason says, his voice slow with appreciation. His fingers spread my folds wide, exposing me completely to both their gazes, and I blush scarlet at what I must look like. Swollen from use, dripping cream. Mason confirms it. “Our little princess is still dripping with your load, Brookes.”
Then he looks up at me, fixing me with his pretty eyes. “Gonna add mine soon, sweetheart. But first… you’re gonna beg for it.”
Brookes leans down, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss while Mason starts teasing me with the pad of his finger, avoiding my clit entirely. Every time I try to rock up for more pressure, he pulls back, leaving me whining into Brookes’s mouth.
“Please,” I gasp when Brookes finally lets me breathe. “Mason... Please—”
“Not yet,” Mason growls, nipping the inside of my thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re gonna ride Brookes’s face while I watch. Then maybe, if you’re good, we’ll both fuck you again.”
They flip me again, manhandling me like I weigh nothing, this time so I’m straddling Brookes’s face. He grips my hips and pulls me down firmly onto his waiting mouth. I’m conscious of my weight, unfamiliar with this position, but he grips my thighs and pulls them closer, burying his face like he’s hoping to be smothered. His tongue is relentless, lapping broad and wet through my folds, sucking gently on my clit, then pushing inside me to taste me. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating me fill the barn as I close my eyes and circle my hips, slipping back into the well of pleasure I almost drowned in.
Mason kneels beside us, one hand stroking his hardening cock, the other reaching out to pinch and roll my nipples. “That’s it, pretty girl. Grind on his tongue. Let him taste you.”
I moan as sensations curl tightly and Mason chuckles. “You're such a dirty little thing… letting two brothers share your sweet pussy all night.”
“Yes,” I gasp. I am. A dirty girl. A bad girl. A naughty girl. Their good girl.
I’m sobbing again within minutes, hips rolling desperately over Brookes’s face while Mason edges my breasts with sharp pinches and soothing licks. Every time my thighs start to shake, and my breathing turns ragged, Brookes slows or pulls back to keep me hanging right on the edge. Mason praises me constantly, telling me how beautiful I look riding his brother’s tongue, how perfect my tits are when they bounce, and how he loves watching me lose control.