Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
He tightened his hold on my hair, jerking me forward. With his other hand, he kept it on Gunnar’s dark hair and started to slowly pump his hips, his cock moving in and out of the other man’s mouth.
The glossiness of Gunnar’s saliva smeared across Tate’s cock was so obscene that I actually moaned. I couldn’t take my focus off the illicit blowjob happening right in front of me.
The sounds of wet flesh and deep, male groans filled my head. I took a deep breath, smelling the masculine scents of both men.
Tate jerked me forward until I stumbled, and I collided with him, my hands on his big, hard body. While Tate stared into my eyes, he pulled down his bandana, showing the lower half of his face was also painted like a skull.
He ordered gruffly, “Take me deep in your throat, Gunnar, and then get on your feet.”
The sound of Gunnar gagging as he did what Tate said and deep-throated him, followed by the popping noise of his suctioning mouth coming undone from Tate’s dick, filled the room and had my pussy dripping with need.
Gunnar slowly rose, and I turned my focus to him, my eyes wide, as I couldn’t believe what was actually happening right now.
“Little kitty,” Tate purred. “I want you on your knees and sucking my cock now.”
My heart jackknifed in my chest. Oh God. My stepbrother wanted me to suck his dick… the same one that had just been in his best friend’s mouth.
I looked at Gunnar—maybe for guidance—but his stoic expression offered no help. It was clear he wanted this as well.
Doing as Tate said, I felt the hard, cold ground meet my knees. Here I was, about to suck my stepbrother’s cock in front of his best friend.
“Take your tits out,” Gunnar growled. “I want to see those big, beautiful breasts in person.” He grabbed his hard dick and started slowly jerking off. “Seeing them online isn’t the same, dirty girl.”
It turned me on yet scared the shit out of me that I was actually going through with this, that I needed it more than I needed my next breath.
And as I knelt in front of Tate, I waited for him to give me the next order. I wanted him to demand things of me, to use me the way he saw fit.
God, that turned me on.
For several long, suspended moments, neither man said anything as they stared down at me. I didn’t have to ask if they liked seeing me so on edge. I could tell from the way their dicks throbbed and leaked pre-cum. They loved seeing me so vulnerable and out of my element.
When I was in front of the camera and giving strangers what they wanted sexually, I had all the power. But right now, Gunnar and Tate were calling the shots, and I found it liberating and arousing to give that up.
Tate smoothed his hand over my hair. His touch started off soft, but then he gripped the strands harder and jerked my head back, pulling a pained gasp from me. Gunnar gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, the digits digging into my flesh, causing even more discomfort.
It all made me wetter.
“Here is what’s going to happen,” Gunnar said and kept my head turned toward him.
Tate kept his hand in my hair. Both their touches were hard and firm, and they didn’t let up on the pressure. They were letting me know who was in charge.
“You’re going to take Tate’s dick, lick the tip, and clean all that salty pre-cum off before you take him to the back of your throat and gag on it.”
My jaw unhinged slightly at Gunnar’s words.
“And then I’m going to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours, while Tate fucks my ass.”
6
KITTEN
Gunnar’s words had a low, needy moan spilling from my parted lips.
“Such a good girl.” Tate loosened his hold on my hair to cup the side of my face. “Keep being good, and do what Gunnar wants. Show us those pretty breasts.”
My hands shook as I did what they both wanted. I didn’t have to take off much. Just a little tug of the spandex and I pushed the material down to hang around my waist. My breasts shook slightly from the sudden freedom, my nipples hard and feeling like my pulse was throbbing right at the center of them.
With one gruff sound, Gunnar turned my head toward Tate, who had his cock in his hand, his fingers gripping the base and guiding it to my mouth.
“Open wide. Show me how good you feel.”
I closed my eyes and let Tate’s words move through me. And when I felt the thick, bulbous, and silky feeling against my bottom lip, and the cooler, hard metal of the piercing there, I didn’t hesitate to drag my tongue over my stepbrother’s cockhead.