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)
When I’m a shaking, pleading mess, they switch again.
This time Brookes pulls me onto his lap so I’m facing Mason, my back to Brookes’s chest. He guides his rigid cock back into my slick pussy in one slow, deep thrust, stretching me open around him again.
“Oh god,” I moan at the fullness, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure.
“Ride him, Janey,” Mason orders, kneeling in front of me. He feeds me his cock once more, sliding it past my lips while Brookes starts bouncing me on his lap with powerful upward thrusts. “Take us both again. Let us use these pretty holes until you can’t think straight.”
I can’t think straight now. This is like a deliciously filthy dream I don’t want to wake up from. Like action that happens in a porno, not real life, but better because the pleasure isn’t staged, it’s pulsing and real, coursing through me.
I hum around Mason’s dick, and he cups my face. He’s stripped his shirt now, and I rest my hand over the ladder of his abs, relishing the way his muscles shift as he holds himself back.
They set a rhythm that has me rocking between them, completely filled at both ends.
And they do what they promised. They edge me mercilessly. Brookes slows every time I get close, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Mason withdraws from my mouth to slap his wet cock against my cheeks or rub it over my tongue without letting me suck properly. All the while, they praise me in that low, rough drawl that melts my brain:
“So fucking good for us.”
“Look at her taking two cocks again—like she was born to be shared.”
“Such a pretty, greedy cunt. Trying to milk Brookes even after he filled you once.”
“We’re gonna keep you like this all night if we have to, sweetheart. Edged and dripping until you’re crying for release.”
By the time they finally let me come, I’m a sobbing, sweat-slick wreck. Brookes reaches around to rub tight, perfect circles over my clit while Mason pushes deep into my throat and holds there.
“Come, Janey,” Brookes growls against my ear. “Come all over my cock.”
The orgasm rips through me like lightning, harder than the first, and deeper, leaving me screaming around Mason’s cock as my pussy clamps down rhythmically on Brookes.
I collapse between them, boneless and floating, every muscle twitching with aftershocks. Their hands stroke me gently now, Mason’s palm smoothing over my belly, Brookes’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on my thigh, bringing me down with soft words and tender kisses.
Then, Mason’s voice is low and dark as he pulls me up onto my hands and knees again. “One more time, sweetheart. We’re both gonna fuck this pretty pussy before the sun comes up and fill you so full you’ll be leaking us for days.”
Brookes moves in front of me, lying back on the blankets, his cock still hard and glistening. He pulls me forward so I’m straddling him, guiding me down until he’s buried to the hilt inside me again. The stretch is intense, and my walls flutter around his thickness as I adjust again.
Mason kneels behind me, his big hands spreading my ass cheeks. I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against my already full entrance, right alongside Brookes.
My breath catches. “Both… at the same time?”
“That’s right, pretty girl,” Mason murmurs, pressing forward slowly. “Gonna share this tight little cunt. Stretch you open so you feel every inch of us together. Is that okay?”
I don’t know. Is it? Can my body even stretch that wide?
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. We’ll make it good. All you have to do is say yes.” Brookes kisses the end of my nose, and they both wait for me to consent.
“I want to try,” I say. “Might not ever get the chance again.”
Brookes and Mason share a look, but I forget about it when I lose myself in the overwhelming pressure. I whine as Mason works his cock in, inch by careful inch, sliding alongside Brookes until both their shafts are buried deep inside my pussy, and I’m wedged between their powerful bodies. The fullness is obscene, burning as it stretches me past the point of comfort. I’ve never felt anything like it. Every ridge and vein drags against sensitive nerves, finding places I didn’t know could be ignited.
“Okay?” Mason asks, stroking over my hips before he moves.
“Oh God…” I tremble between them. “You’re both so big—”
“You’re taking us so well,” Brookes praises, his hands stroking my thighs. “Look at you, stretched around two cocks. Such a good fucking girl for us.”
I grip Brookes’s shirt, holding on for dear life, anticipating how it will feel when they move. Good. Too good. I don’t think my body can withstand the kind of pleasure they might inflict like this.
“Okay,” I say, bracing for pain and pleasure, but only pleasure comes as they start to move in slow, shallow thrusts at first, finding a rhythm that has one pushing in while the other pulls back slightly.