Seemingly satisfied by my response, he hooks my camisole and drags the lacy neckline down, spilling my breast free. Thenipples immediately pucker under the cool air and his steady scrutiny.
“Kellen...”
“Shhh,” he soothes, reaching up and cradling my exposed chest. “Quiet. That’s it. Lips closed. No sound. I want to feel how wet my baby is. How ready.” He squeezes the mounds before rolling the nipples beneath his palms. “I want my fingers soaked the way your panties are. Do you want to ride my fingers, little one? Do you want to cum for me?”
Yes! God, yes, but I was told to stay silent.
I nod eagerly and melt when he smiles into my eyes.
“Turn first and feed me your breasts.”
The command has my face going warm, but I turn and push out my chest in offering.
“With your hands. Hold them for me.”
Embarrassed but obeying, I cup my breasts and offer them to the mouth he drops.
I watch, delirious as he takes my right nipple between his lips. His big, warm hands flatten against my back and he drags me close. Bows me to him. His gaze never leaves my face. He watches every shift and flicker as he sucks. As he nibbles and tugs.
“Kellen.” I only mouth his name when I want to moan it.
“Not yet. Not here.” He switches for the other nipple. He nips with his teeth and my head falls back with a gasp. “I want to play a game. Will you play with me, Rina?”
I nod, threading my fingers through his thick strands and holding him to my aching breast.
“Your cunt smells like heaven,” he breathes and sucks nearly my entire tit into his mouth. It pops out with a wet slurping that goes straight to the place he’s talking about. “I could smell it when we arrived. I could smell it before you walked into the room. My cock is throbbing to mount you right here and makeyou beg for every inch. And I have a lot, Rina. I will rip your hole while I breed you full of cum.”
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
“Show me,” I beg, eyes fixed on the stiff, massive bulge pushing up the front of his jeans.
“That’s not the game. The game is to finger you in front of my brothers. Make your hole leak all down my hand, and you, being a quiet little mouse for me. They can’t know what a filthy girl you are. What you’re letting me do. They’ll want to take their turn and I’m not ready to share you yet.”
I’m too horrified to speak, but that doesn’t seem to bother him as he buttons my cardigan back up but leaves my camisole tucked beneath my breasts. The soft wool scratches my still exposed nipples with every ragged breath.
Kellen hooks the deep V neckline and pulls it aside just enough to bare the peak. His thumb rolls over it in slow circles until I can’t take anymore.
“Turn.”
I do without question and I’m rewarded with the plunge of his hand down my pants. They shove past my panties and...
“Oh, God, yes!” I whine, head falling back against his shoulder.
“That’s not quiet, Rina,” he scolds and fills me with two thick fingers that send my brain into a tailspin.
I’m riding his hand.
I’m pushing him deeper, impaling my hole again and again while he palms my breast with his other hand. I’m already so close I can’t think of anything else.
“Like that?” He pulls me back and, using the fingers wedged inside, he lifts me up onto his lap. My legs are thrown wide over both of his, spreading me for him. “You’re riding my hand like such a greedy girl. Your cunt is—”
I don’t hear what my cunt is when I choke on his name and cum.
Not delicately.
Not with a gentle buzz and flare.
