Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Breathe a word to anyone, and you’ll regret it,” he whispers dangerously. I nod as best as I can.
“I promise, I won’t tell,” I whisper. And I mean it. All I want is to please them. I really have no intention of telling anyone about my nightly visitors, so long as they keep me mewling.
“Stop it, Bruce, you’re scaring her,” growls the one on my left. The one called Bruce suddenly grins like a pirate, his eyes flashing coldly as he looks down on me. He tightens his fist and pulls my head back by my hair, yanking so hard that I let out a small yip.
“Well, there you have it,” he whispers. “I’m Bruce.” And he lowers his face to mine, roughly planting his lips on my mouth and kissing me. The scraping of his stubble against my soft skin makes me feel weak at the knees and I moan into his mouth. Oh god, this feels so good and I’m already going soft and hot with need.
He pulls away with a satisfied grin. “And that there is Burke,” he says with a nod of his head to his brother. He lets go of my hair, and I turn my head to the first man. Before I can say anything, he slides his hand behind my neck and rakes his fingers into my hair, pulling me forcefully up toward him.
“God, you’re even more beautiful up close,” Burke growls, his breath hot on my face. Then he crushes his lips onto mine in a kiss so deep I don’t know how I’m going to deal with whatever comes next. I’m so helplessly aroused, I wonder whether I might orgasm the moment either of them touches my pussy, let alone pushes in deep down there. But then Burke pulls away from our liplock, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on me. My arousal is obvious
“A-are you identical twins?” I stumble over my words, my tongue tingling from their touch.
“Yes,” says Bruce shortly. “Now, enough with the questions,” he adds. But one glance at his handsome face tells me he’s only teasing; there’s a good-natured smile hiding in the creases of his mouth, and it makes me weak in the knees.
My hand shakes as I tuck a stray curl behind my ear. The action presses my tits together, and as their eyes go to my cleavage, I remember how little I’m wearing and how revealing it is. Blushing, I glance down at my see-through bathrobe, which is only just covering the part where my nipples start. The entire swell of my cleavage is open for both of them to enjoy.
“God, you’re gorgeous, aren’t you?” whispers Burke, his voice thick with desire. He’s not looking at my face but instead, is letting his eyes cascade down my tits and to my waist, where the blankets are rumpled.
“She sure is,” adds Bruce in a deep voice that fills my body with tension. I’m so aroused, I swear I’ll explode if one of them touches me. And touching me definitely seems to be on their minds. They reach for the blankets and pull them back, revealing my milky thighs, and I pull up my knees protectively in reflex. But my pussy’s bare, and the movement reveals my pink, compressed flower to their gazes. Their hard bodies tense with arousal as a flame lights behind their eyes.
“Your pussy is so beautiful,” rasps Bruce. “Pink and wet, just the way we like it.” He should know. He edged the girth of his cock into it yesterday, making me moan. As if he can follow my thoughts, he grins. “And you gave it to me. Why?” he asks gently.
“Yeah, why didn’t a sweet little girl like you want a sweet little boy to pop her cherry?” Burke adds. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he reaches between my ankles to the naked, ripe fruit of my cunt. I feel his calloused thumb caress my swollen lips and collect the dew from between them. I suppress a moan and resist the urge to open my legs at his touch. I keep my thighs pressed firmly together, the lips of my pussy like a tightly pressed, glistening pink flower.
“She wants a hard daddy,” growls Bruce. “Don’t you, princess? None of that little boy stuff,” he continues, coming closer to me. My heart thuds in my chest. Burke’s thumb is still caressing the line of my tight-lipped pussy, up and down, up and down, and I let out an involuntary moan. Bruce’s left hand goes to the inside of my thigh, pressing it open while his right hand goes to my chest, where it cups one of my giant tits. “You want someone who can handle all of this,” he says as he squeezes the heaviness in his hand, making me gasp in arousal as my nipple hardens against his touch.