Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Tension bristles in the air. “I need the same,” Nick counters. “Just as badly.”
“You took the first taste.” Zeke’s fingertips trail down between my breasts, raising goosebumps in their wake. They travel lower and lower, tracing the damp split of my sex. “I’m taking the first ride.”
Nick curses under his breath. “If I allow it, you need to give me some kind of control. We both need to be involved.” His hand curls around the back of my neck, his thumb brushing the hollow of my throat. “That’s what you need, isn’t it, sweetheart? You need us both there to help make you a big girl.”
“Yes,” I manage, my neck losing power. The conversation has been taking place around me, but I’m sinking deeper and deeper into a lake of hormones. Lust. Need. I didn’t know I could get this wet. Or feel this eager to be filled. Overpowered. Claimed. “P-please.”
Zeke doesn’t waste a second scooping me up into his arms, carrying me into his bedroom with Nick right behind us, his presence huge and commanding. It’s dark, but as soon as Zeke lays me down on the king-sized bed, a soft lamp glow floods the room—and then I’m at the mercy of two determined men, each of them devouring me with their eyes as they strip down to nothing.
I can’t help but marvel at their differences. Nick’s chest is covered in hair, gray threading through the black. He’s sturdy as an oak tree, thighs thick and sinewy, also dusted with gray and black hair. There are a working man’s scars on his chest, hips, biceps. He’s older, more weathered and hearty. His expression is a thunderstorm, but there’s tenderness just beyond the clouds.
On the other hand, Zeke belongs on the cover of a firefighter calendar. He’s smooth and ripped with muscle, tight and firm in all the right places. Crazy handsome and aware of his appeal. His usual cockiness is missing, though, replaced with lust so visible, he’s shaking with it.
For all their differences, Nick and Zeke have one thing in common. Last night, I could barely fit the thick weight of them in my mouth, but now? Knowing they’re going to put themselves inside me? It really hits home how large they both are. The mattress dips beneath the weight of both men as they come toward me on the bed.
“Daddy?” I whimper, crawling backwards up the bed. “I’m…nervous.”
“Shh.” Nick takes my jaw in his hand, urging me to look at him, while Zeke’s hands wrap around my ankles, keeping me still as he removes my panties all the way, tossing them to the floor. “You’ve managed to obsess two men, sweetheart. Do you know what this obsession means?”
“Means if you’re in pain, we suffer, too.” Zeke’s tongue bathes the hollow of my belly before moving lower, until the tip of it is sliding through my folds. “Mmmm. Baby’s drenched. Goddamn, that’s tasty.” His lips shine between my thighs. “There’s going to be a little hurting at the start, on account of your tight hole and my big cock.” He winks up at me. “But I’ll have you creaming in no time, baby.”
Nick cups my breasts in turn, massaging them, his stubbled chin and cheeks moving against my ear. It’s a delicious feeling, one that sensitizes every inch of my skin, head to toe. I barely notice as he removes my nightshirt, leaving me exposed and at their mercy. “Start your sister with a middle finger, nice and slow,” Nick instructs in a husky voice. “We don’t need her screaming the whole house down.”
Zeke groans, giving my clit a gentle suck as his finger slides inside. It takes him three gentle shoves to get one thick digit inside me, my knees shooting together at the pressure. “It feels funny—”
“That’s because it’s new,” Nick says, his mouth crossing my cheek to settle our lips together. “It won’t be new for long, though. Can you be brave while we break in your sweet pussy?”
“Please, sis?” Zeke slides in a second finger and groans, pumping them in and out of my stretching flesh. “You’ve got me so fucking horny. And Dad says it’s okay.”
I never could have expected this fantasy to take shape, but it’s forming almost faster than I can keep up. Heat and pressure build low in my belly, tightening and centering around Zeke’s fingers. Nick’s mouth moves over mine and, needing a place to vent my body’s thrills and frustrations, I open my lips wide and let him sink in. Our tongues move at a wild pace, his groans making me eager to please, his palms rasping over my nipples until they strain. My Daddy and my stepbrother are having their way with me and it’s forbidden, but they can’t help it. Can’t stop.
“Fuck, man. My cock is leaking like a motherfucker.” Smooth, full weight presses up against my entrance, which is now throbbing in time with my pulse. Zeke’s guttural groan fills the room. “Keep her still while I work it in. No matter what I do, she’s going to fight it.”