Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” Barrett murmurs again. “You’re so beautiful, Caroline.”
His hands cup my breasts, gently at first, but as his thumbs stroke over my nipples, I squirm, my pussy needing his cock.
I pull down the band of his briefs, exposing him slowly, inch by inch. My mouth waters at the sight of him — velvety soft skin over rock-hard heat — and I actually gasp when his cock finally springs free.
He’s much thicker and longer than I even imagined.
I was so eager to ride him, but now I’m afraid I’ll be impaled. Lovely way to go, though.
Barrett must sense my hesitation because he strokes my cheek. “You okay?”
“I’ve never been with someone so big,” I confess.
One side of his mouth quirks up. “It’ll be okay. I’ll go easy. I’ll need to stretch you, though, because mine isn’t the biggest one here.”
My eyes go wide, and Barrett chuckles softly.
“She needs foreplay,” Lincoln says, approaching the bed from the side.
“Absolutely,” Barrett agrees. He lifts me off of him and lays me on my back in the center of the bed. Lincoln unzips my jeans and pulls them from my hips, bringing my panties along with them.
Four men surround me, and four sets of eyes take in my bare body before they descend. Then hands, fingers, lips, and mouths are everywhere at once.
Bronson and Lennox bow their heads over my chest as they each claim a breast to suck. Someone else draws long strokes down the insides of my legs, making me quiver. After those strokes reach my toes, the journey reverses course, starting at my feet and slowly progressing up my legs. Only now it’s two paths, made simultaneously by Barrett and Lincoln — each of them using his mouth to kiss, lick, and nip his way up my body.
By the time they reach the apex of my thighs, I am dripping wet, certain that I’m ready for the biggest cock they have to offer.
But they don’t stop there. Bronson and Lennox flick their tongues over my hard nipples as one of the other brothers parts my slick folds and touches the tip of his tongue to my clit. My hips buck and I start to whimper as that same tongue flattens and licks a path right up my molten center.
When Bronson and Lennox shift position, I see that it’s Barrett with his head between my legs. His fingers spread me open, his tongue dips inside, and I could die happy right now.
Bronson props one of his big biceps next to my head and bends over me. “Feeling good?” he asks, needlessly.
All I can do is moan as Barrett’s tongue probes deeper. Bronson brings his lips to mine, kissing me with a rhythm that magically matches his twin’s.
As I’m lost in Bronson’s kisses and Barrett’s tongue-fucking, another mouth sucks one of my nipples and a hand lightly scratches a trail along the skin at the outside of my hip. My senses overload, my pussy pulses, and I start to come, with Barrett’s face buried between my legs.
He anchors me to the bed and keeps licking, prolonging my orgasm into something truly spectacular. All four of them keep at it, sucking, touching, teasing, until I’m much too sensitive and beg for a break.
Barrett moves up to take Bronson’s position, a sexy, satisfied grin spread across his features. “Hey there,” he says before laying a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.
“Hey.” My pulse is still pounding and I haven’t quite caught my breath.
“Think you’re ready for me?”
He’s taken the rest of his clothes off, and the weight of his cock is heavy on my thigh as I nod in reply. The orgasm was amazing, but I have a feeling it’s only the beginning of the pleasure these men can provide.
16
Ruined
Barrett kisses me again, long, slow and deep this time, as he lines himself up with my opening and starts to push inside. My breasts press into his bare chest in a way that feels surprisingly intimate after everything that’s already happened tonight.
He pauses after the head of his cock enters me, giving me time to adjust and also unwittingly giving the rational part of my brain time to get involved. I’m about to have sex with my stepbrother. Presumably, with all of them. With men that I once loved as brothers, who left me and hurt me, and who’ve now pushed their way back into my life.
Examined from this angle, it doesn’t seem like the best idea. Sure, they’ve already made me feel things I’ve never felt before, but is pleasure a good enough reason to ignore all the ways this could go horribly wrong?
Barrett slides in another inch. “Doing okay, Caz?”
He called me Caz. He’s looking at me as the woman I am now, not the girl he once knew. But it’s all so complicated.
Another inch, and I moan.