Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Nevertheless, he goes easy on me, letting me set the pace, at least for a little bit. It doesn’t take long for his shallow thrusts to become more frantic, and he takes control completely.
“Relax your throat. Let me fuck it.” His voice is rough, unhinged, like he’s barely holding on. His hands lift up, and he cradles my head in his large palms, holding me in place so he can use me.
“Breathe through your nose,” Colt instructs from behind me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating on my breathing and not throwing up each time Nix’s cock bumps against the back of my throat.
I’m so overwhelmed with everything happening that it takes me a second to realize Colt’s hand is sliding under my dress and into my panties. Pressing my thighs together, I try to stop him, but he simply uses one of his knees to force my legs apart.
Now that he has better access, he doesn’t waste any time. His fingers dip into my slit, and he finds the small bundle of nerves hidden between.
What the hell is he doing?
Helpless and immobilized, I am trapped, forced to endure whatever the guys have planned for me. My mind is in disarray, and my body is confused by what’s happening.
Colt rubs small circles around my clit while his brother fucks my face relentlessly. I’m able to suck in small breaths between, but it’s still less oxygen than my brain is used to.
I’m lightheaded, and my body feels weird, almost like I’m about to float away. A warm, foreign feeling builds between my thighs. Colt’s finger slides over my skin as if there is some moisture easing the friction.
“You better stop grinding your ass against my dick. I might have to fuck you after all.” Colt breathes heavily in the shell of my ear.
I wasn’t even aware I was moving at all. My body seems to have a mind of its own. Or maybe it’s because my actual mind can’t come up with a single clear thought.
I’m so overwhelmed, both my mind and my body. Bombarded with all these feelings, I don’t know what to do or think. Spit drips from my mouth, my throat burns, and my core is on fire.
Colt’s fingers play with my clit, rubbing, teasing, and pinching it. If he doesn’t stop soon, I’ll come. Is that his plan? But why? This is so fucking confusing.
“Come for us, Leni. Come while you suck my brother’s cock.” Colt increases the pressure on my clit, and the pleasure in my core reaches new heights.
Suddenly, I’m hot, and my whole body feels like it’s on fire. Nix also picks up his speed, grunting as he fucks my throat fast and hard. I whimper around his length, which only seems to egg him on.
Colt takes my clit between his fingers and pinches it painfully while grinding himself against my ass. A jolt of pain radiates from my pussy to my core. My back arches, and a pained groan forms in my chest.
Then the pain is gone and is replaced with something else entirely. My orgasm slams into me viciously out of nowhere. Every nerve ending in my body is firing off all at the same time. I’m not sure if it’s the lack of oxygen or the intensity of the orgasm that has me passing out for a moment.
“Fuck.” Nix grabs my jaw, positioning it the way he wants. “Keep your mouth open.” He fists his cock, stroking it violently in front of my face.
I do as he says, keeping my mouth open and my tongue sticking out. I expected him to come in my mouth, but I’m still surprised when the warm salty liquid hits my tongue. I’m even more surprised by the bitter taste and by the sheer amount of cum filling my mouth.
“Swallow it,” Nix orders. He takes a step back as if he wants to watch me from a different angle now.
I close my lips, but instead of swallowing, I spit out on the floor between us.
Nix’s lips curl up in a growl. He looks like a feral animal, ready to rip me to shreds, and for a split second, I wish I had just swallowed his damn cum.
He kneels in front of me again, lifting his hand. I flinch, thinking he’s going to hit me, but he doesn’t. His fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing it lightly.
“Next time I tell you to do something, you do it.” I’m waiting for an or… but it never comes. He leaves a vague threat hanging between us, then releases me with a shove.
Letting my eyes fall shut, I lean my head back against Colt’s shoulder. His arms are still tightly wrapped around me, and even though I gave up fighting him a while ago, I never leaned into him like I’m doing now.