Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Burn’s gaze dropped to the junction of her thighs. Her soft little pussy looked so innocent, glistening and swollen, but it was still dripping with Bright’s cream—a pearlescent trail marking the inside of her thigh.
He was fiercely glad that Bright had gone first—that he had left a big load of cum in her pussy.
Hopefully it will ease the way, he thought.
His own cock—thicker and blunter than Bright’s—was a brutal weapon compared to the Light Twin’s elegant blade. Also, he was painfully hard, leaking pre-cum that ran down the underside of his cock. Clearly the pink drink was ensuring he was at his maximum size and sensitivity.
“I…I’ll try to be open.” Noelle’s voice was small and uncertain, muffled against Bright’s chest.
“Go on—what are you waiting for! Fuck her now or we’re going to shock her!” Thune grated from the couch, taking another long slurp of his wine.
Feeling like he was moving through mud, his every instinct screaming in protest, Burn positioned himself behind her. The sight of her presented like this—her round, perfect ass tilted up, her delicate spine a graceful curve—was the most erotic and heartbreaking thing he had ever seen.
I hate this, he thought despairingly. I hate myself for what I’m about to do.
But there was no stopping now.
Burn gripped her full, luscious hips—his big hands nearly spanning them completely. Her skin was fever-hot and silken under his palms. He pressed the broad, flushed head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. She was slick, but he could feel the tight, resistant ring of muscle there—even though Bright had stretched her out, she was still going to be tight—probably too tight to take him without pain. He took a ragged breath, steeling himself.
Then, with one hard, decisive thrust, he fucked into her, right to the hilt.
The sensation was a brutal, blinding paradox. It was the most exquisite, tight, hot, velvet fist he had ever known, and at the same time, it was a violation.
Noelle threw back her head, a sharp, strangled cry tearing from her throat.
“Dios!” she moaned, her body jolting forward against Bright’s hold. “So big…so deep!”
She was impossibly tight—her inner walls clenching around him in a frantic, hot rhythm. He was buried so deep he could feel the head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb—he was sheathed in her to the hilt.
“I know Burn’s shaft is big—I know it’s hard to take without bonding fruit,” Bright murmured to her, his voice strained as he held her steady, his hands stroking her shoulders and back. “But you can take it, sweetheart. You’re so strong. Just spread your little pussy and let Burn in. Open for him. That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
“Go on—fuck her hard, we said!” Thune growled, his voice booming in the chamber. “Make her bounce! We want to see her tits jiggle while you pump into her!”
Burn realized he had no choice. The threat to Noelle was a leash around his neck, and the drug in his system was a whip at his back.
He gripped her hips even harder, his fingers surely leaving bruises, and began to move. He didn’t make love to her…he didn’t even fuck her with the passionate intensity he craved. He plowed into her. He set a punishing, mechanical rhythm, ramming himself inside her soft, innocent little pussy over and over again, each thrust a hammer blow of shame and unwanted pleasure.
The camera drone whirred, and he was forced to watch the show on the screen. The image was devastating. His thick, veined cock pistoning in and out of her stretched, glistening flesh as the obscene, wet sounds of their joining were amplified in the quiet room.
“Ah! Dios! So deep!”
Her curvy little body shook with each impact, her heavy breasts swaying, her cries becoming a continuous, broken litany of gasps and moans. She pressed her face into Bright’s chest, hiding her expression, trying to absorb Burn’s deep, rough fucking, her fingers clutching at the Light Twin’s shoulders.
It seemed to last an eternity and Burn hated himself with every fiber of his being.
I wish I could stop. I wish I could be gentle. I wish this was different.
But thanks to the drug he’d been forced to drink, his body betrayed him. The friction was too good, her tightness too perfect. The base, animal urge to claim her, to fill her, to mark her as his, was a roaring inferno in his blood, fanned to an uncontrollable blaze.
It’s that fucking pink drink, he thought. It’s made me lose all fucking control. This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am.
“Come in her!” Thune commanded in his grating voice, slamming his tankard down for emphasis. “Fill the little female’s pussy with your cream. We want to see it spilling out of her when you’re finished!”
The command was the final push. Burn’s control, already frayed to a single, taut thread, snapped. He couldn’t stop himself. A guttural roar ripped from his throat—a sound of anguish and ecstasy. He gripped Noelle’s hips with bruising force, shoved himself to the hilt in her soft, unresisting pussy, and held there.