Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Christ, you’re perfect,” he breathed, leaning forward to press his mouth to my stomach. His lips traced a path up between my breasts, to the sensitive spot just below my ear. “I want to feel you wrapped around me,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. The possessiveness in his voice surprised me. Also surprised me how much I liked him being proprietary. Also stirred my own longing for everything they were dangling in front of me.
“You’re mine.” I lifted my chin, daring him to deny me what I wanted with all my fucking heart. “Both of you.”
His grip tightened on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. “Yes,” he agreed, pulling back to look at me. “I’m all yours, River. And you’re ours.”
The intensity in his gaze surprised me. Byte might be the more laid back of the brothers, but there was nothing casual about the way he looked at me now, nothing playful in the set of his jaw or the heat in his eyes.
“Take those off,” Crush instructed from his chair, nodding at my underwear. “Let him see everything we’ve claimed.”
I shivered in pleasure at his words, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear. Identical, hungry expressions made me conscious of both men watching me. Slowly, I slid the fabric down my legs, stepping out of them.
“Now get on the bed,” Crush continued, his voice a low growl that made me tremble in anticipation. “Show him how wet you are for him.”
Heat flooded my face, but I did as he asked, crawling onto the mattress and lying back against the pillows. I parted my legs, pulling my knees to my chest. The move left me feeling exposed and powerful all at once as Byte rolled over, his gaze dropping to my pussy.
“Fuck,” he muttered, muscles in his arms tensing as he held himself back. “You’re soaked already.”
“For you,” I whispered. “Both of you.”
That seemed to break something in him. With a groan, Byte moved over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way. His mouth found mine in a kiss that was all hunger and heat. I arched against him, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“That’s it,” Crush encouraged from his chair. “Show him how much you need him, baby.”
Byte’s hand slid between us, finding me slick and ready. He circled my entrance with his fingers, teasing me until I squirmed beneath him.
“Please,” I gasped against his mouth.
“Please what?” Byte pulled back just enough to look down at me, his expression a mix of desire and something deeper, more tender. “Tell me what you want, River.”
“You,” I said simply. “Inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
He reached for a condom from the nightstand -- when had that gotten there? -- tearing the packet open with his teeth before discarding the packaging and rolling the thin sheath on his cock with shaking hands. It kind of made me feel less like an innocent girl next to these two when I saw Byte’s small show tell.
I forgot to be nervous or embarrassed when Byte positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, seeking access.
“Look at him while he fucks you,” Crush instructed, his voice tight with restraint. “Watch his face when he slides inside you for the first time.”
I did as Crush ordered, keeping my gaze locked on Byte’s as he pushed forward, stretching me in a slow, delicious burn. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted, and a flush spread across his cheekbones as he sank deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained. “So fuckin’ tight. Fuckin’ perfect.” Byte started a slow, deep rhythm that had me clutching at his shoulders.
I dug my nails into his back, meeting his hips with an upward thrust of my own.
“Fuck her harder, Byte,” Crush commanded from across the room. “She can take it. Can’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I moaned, arching to meet Byte’s increasingly powerful thrusts. “Please, Byte. More.”
He complied, his movements becoming more forceful, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust, feeling the pressure building inside me with every stroke.
“That’s it,” Crush’s deep voice rumbled. “You take him in that pretty pussy of yours. Take him and make him come.”
Byte wrapped one arm around my back, holding me to him tightly as he drove into me with increasing urgency. His other hand pinned mine to the mattress when he laced our fingers together beside my head.
“Close.” His rhythm faltered slightly. “So fucking close.”
“Do it, Byte,” I whispered, squeezing his cock with my pussy deliberately. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
That was all it took. With a strangled groan, Byte thrust deep and stilled, his body tensing against mine as he found his release. His cock pulsed inside me, emptying his cum inside the condom. Inside me. I watched in fascination as pleasure transformed his features, his eyes squeezing shut, head thrown back. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.