AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I promise,” I agree and she heaves out a sigh, her body relaxing even as her pussy tightens around my cock.
Grasping the globes of her arse, I gently guide her movements, helping her to find the right rhythm. She throws her head back, her mouth parting, her eyes pressed shut as she loses herself to sensation, to this moment here and now. She rocks over me, her pussy pressed against my abdomen as she hugs me tight, finding pleasure from me, giving pleasure back.
My brothers watch on, their hands around their cocks, their eyes fixed solely on her. She’s a bright blaze of light that burns away the cold, lonely darkness we’ve existed in for years.
They’re as hopelessly gone for her as I am, and a new kind of possessiveness rushes in my blood, a protectiveness that takes shape, building form with every slide of my cock inside of her.
I didn’t lie when I said I wouldn’t let her go, that’s as true now as it was when we took her. The difference is I don’t do it out of spite. I do it out of love.
Love.
I love Christy.
If she wasn’t already so completely joined to me in the best possible way, I would’ve slid inside of her and shown her just how much I loved her. As it is, those three precious words stay locked inside my chest as she falls forward over me, arching her back, I lift up slightly so that I can take what she offers and suck on her nipple, groaning as she moans, her hips moving faster as my cock slides in and out of her dripping pussy. She’s so wet for me.
So fucking wet.
Our movements become less controlled as I lick from one breast to the other and back again, my fingers flexing over her arse as I encourage her to pick up the pace. Instinctively she hugs me to her, hauling me up into a seated position as she tucks her forehead into the crook of my neck, pressing featherlight kisses against my skin and it only seems to intensify our connection as our bodies meld together. Her softness against my hardness. Her gentleness against my jagged edges.
This isn’t fucking, it isn’t even just sex, this is lovemaking.
She might not be able to acknowledge that yet, but I see it for what it is. Ifeelit, and it’s as real and as tangible as her body pressed against mine. Christy isn’t just claiming me. This is her owning me body, mind and soul. This is her making love to me, and it’s the biggest gift she could ever bestow on me. So with our mouths pressed together, our skin slick with sweat, and our bodies joined, we come.
We come together, a Dálaigh and a Brov, my brothers watching on.
