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)
He doesn’t react, at least not negatively. “Bend at the waist,” he grunts when it comes time to take off my jeans. “Let me see that ass. Go slow.” There are tears in my eyes, and my chin won’t stop quivering, but I do as he instructs. His breathing has already taken on a rasping quality as he gets more excited. When I bend to slide the jeans down around my ankles, he groans softly. “Look at that ass. Begging to be fucked.” I close my eyes and bite back a whimper at the thought. I’m so mortified, I almost forget about the tattoo. James doesn’t say anything, which means he knew about it. I store that information away for later.
A moment later, I’m completely naked, and I slowly turn around with my hands folded in front of my pussy. “No. Hands at your sides. Don’t try to hide yourself from me.” I look at the wall over James’s head rather than stare at his dick while he strokes it as he studies my body. “That fresh pink pussy. Just dying to be filled. It’ll get filled tonight.”
“Get on your knees in front of me,” Colt says, and already he’s pulling himself out of his pants. He’s hard, and I can’t understand how. It takes a certain kind of person to become aroused in a situation like this. A sick person.
But the sooner I do this, the sooner I get it over with. I lower myself to my knees between his spread thighs. At least my hands aren’t tied this time.
“Play with her tits,” James whispers, so Colt reaches out with both hands to cup them. My nipples are already hardening, thanks to being out in the open air like this—and it’s humiliating, the way they harden further at his touch. His warm palms rub over my skin, massaging and kneading while my arms hang awkwardly by my side.
I focus my gaze on a picture hanging on the wall. It’s some kind of movie poster from the fifties. At least, judging by the bright red convertible, that reminds me of the movie Grease. Maybe I can imagine sitting in that car somewhere at a beach far away from here.
“Look at him,” James orders, forcing me out of my fantasy. “Don’t be rude now. Give him the attention he deserves.”
Dragging my eyes from the poster, I meet Colt’s hooded gaze. He stares at me as if he is trying to be somewhere else too. For a fraction of a second, I feel this connection between us. As if we are not enemies but on the same side.
Then it’s gone.
“Now, you’re going to suck his cock just like you did before. You treated it so well.” James’s voice has taken on almost a hazy sort of quality, like he’s already lost in the moment. “Colt, she’s a little shy,” he muses. “You might have to ease her into it. Take her by the back of the head and rub it over her mouth.”
Colt does just that, taking a handful of my hair to hold my head in place before running the head of his dick over my mouth. I stare at his chest, unwilling to look him in the eye again.
“Lick it,” James grunts.
I extend my tongue. Colt groans softly, and something salty hits my taste buds. I do my best not to react like I noticed anything.
James grunts his approval. “Now, feed it to her. Make her take it all the way.” Colt lowers my head, guiding himself between my lips, pushing me down until my nose touches the hair along the base. He surges in my mouth, crammed against the back of my throat, and I struggle to keep my throat relaxed so I don’t start gagging. Too much food is in my stomach. It wouldn’t end well.
I’m not here. I’m far away. This isn’t happening.
I repeat it over and over in my mind, wishing that I could believe myself.
“Nix. Don’t just stand there. Get her pussy ready for you.” I tense up all over when I realize the plan. Nix is going to take me from behind while I suck Colt off. And all the while, their father is going to direct the action like his own live movie.
“Come on, Leni,” he murmurs in a tight voice. “Give me a little moan. Isn’t it good having all that cock in your mouth? Won’t it feel so much better when you have another one up your cunt?”
Colt’s hand tightens, tugging my hair, stirring me to react the way his father instructs. James’s dark chuckle turns my stomach.
“Nix, get her nice and wet.” I shudder in disgust when Nix’s hand cups my pussy, massaging it. “Drag your cock up and down her slit. That’s right. Tease her a little. Make sure she’s good and hungry for it.” Hungry? I couldn’t be more disgusted. There’s no way I could get wet over this. Not with them. Not with him watching.