“Fuck, is she wet?” I ask, but it comes out more like a moan.
“Dripping brother. She just gushed all over my hand. But what Ireally want is to stuff her full of my cock and paint her insides with my cum. Then for good measure, have her squirt for me as she milks you for your cum.”
He leans back and guides her hips up enough to slide his cock between her wet folds.
“We’re going to take you bare, unless you say otherwise.”
I pull out of her mouth, a trail of spit following and fuck me, seeing her like this is per-fucking-fection.
“But first, we’re going to need your verbal consent.”
She reaches up and wipes her bottom lip.
“I’m on the pill,” she replies. “Have you ever... had sex without anything before?” she asks, and I love that this is the question that makes her blush the most.
“No. We’ve always used condoms,” Harrison replies.
I nod in agreement. “But ultimately, it’s your call, little rabbit,” I say, stroking myself.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but do it. Take me. Fuck me bare.”
Chapter 17
Ari
I don’t even recognise myself right now, but I’m so sexually frustrated it’s not even funny. We’ve been dancing around this for months, and the thought of them both claiming me so completely is my undoing.
“Up,” Harrison says, his cock still nestled between my folds. I rest my palms on the floor and kneel, pushing my arse back to give him better access.
And then I feel him at my entrance. He’s so much bigger than my vibrator that I can’t help but tense. It’s been a while since I last had sex.
“It’s okay,” he breathes, leaning over me and tugging me closer.“I’m going to ease into you slowly. Your cunt is tight, and I don’t want to hurt you. But once I’m fully inside, you’re mine to fuck and ours to own. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I reply.
Hunter reaches down and tugs on my jaw. “Keep your eyes on me and count?”
“Count?” I ask, and that’s when I feel Harrison start to push into me, his thick head just inside my entrance.
“Yes, count,” Harrison says from behind me as he pushes in excruciatingly slowly. Even though I’m wet, he’s big, and I can already feel the stretch. And then the feel of his first piercing soon follows.
“Oh.” I exhale on a soft gasp, realisation of what I’m counting. “One,” I say, blinking up at Hunter.
“Good girl,” he replies with a smirk.
Harrison rocks into me again, and he lets go of one of my hips to slide his palm down the length of my stomach and between my legs, working the pad of his thumb over my clit.
“Two,” I say, feeling the friction of the second bar as he continues to stretch me.
Hunter presses the tip of his cock to my mouth, and I flick my tongue out to lick it, humming at his masculine flavour. He doesn’t push into my mouth like I think he will, but he continues to tease me with his pre-cum, lubricating my lips.
“Three,” I breathe.
Hunter smiles down at me. “That’s it. Keep counting, you’re doing so well.”
What is it with the praise thing turning me the fuck on? I push back, desperate for more, and sure enough, I feel another.
“Four.” I swallow, because fuck, how many more does he have?
