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“Oh, God!” Cora cries. “I’m going to come!”
I stop what I’m doing, and so does Rev.
“Don’t come yet,” Rev says. “Good girls wait ’til their daddies give them permission.”
Cora growls like an angry kitten as I feel Doc and Shep retreat.
“I think we better take pity on her,” Rev says to me.
“You think so?” I ask conversationally, as if she isn’t dripping wetness all over my lap, as if my cock isn’t leaking precum right here in front of my brothers.
“I think so,” Rev says. “If we don’t put her on your cock, she’s going to come without anything at all inside that pretty pink pocket.”
Cora breathes, “Oh, God.” She holds perfectly still while her two daddies talk about her.
“My cock could use a hot, wet pussy,” I say, scratching my chin. “But there’s a problem.”
“There’s no problem,” Cora says.
Smack!
Cora jumps. “Did you just spank me on my wedding night?” The question is directed at Rev.
“Good girls don’t talk out of turn,” he says. “Now hush while we decide what to do with you.”
Fuck, that’s dirty. And hotter than anything I’ve experienced before in my life. And I’ve experienced a hell of a lot.
“As I was saying,” I go on. “The problem is that no one’s kissed her, yet.”
“I’ll do it.” Scrap chimes in. “Can I do it?”
“Fate favors the bold,” Rev says, and I like how we’re running this show in tandem. It feels right. Me and Rev are on the same wavelength, and it heightens my anticipation of what’s to come. “Come on in, boy,” he says. “Show your little sister what a proper kiss feels like.”
Sister. Jesus. I’m so hard the air in the room is causing me pleasurable pain.
Scrap takes Shep’s place behind me, and he leans over my shoulder. I feel him tug Cora in close. Her bare breasts, wet from her daddies’ tongues, squish against my unbuttoned shirt. I tug the edges so I feel her breasts against my skin.Ah!That’s better. Her nipples nudge at my chest hair, and her lower abdomen, the place where she’s carrying my baby, snuggles up tight to pin my cock between us.
One of her arms goes around my neck. The other, I think, is holding onto Scrap. The sounds of open mouths hungrily feeding at each other has me working hard not to fuck the warm space between our bodies.
“That’s good,” Rev says, “but Brawn needs a turn, too. Brawny boy, come kiss your petal.”
Brawn obediently takes Scrap’s place. His frame carves out more of the space behind my chair than Scrap’s. I can’t see, but I can feel how the floor boards shift with his weight and how his presence pushes at the air in a different way than Scrap’s.
Cora’s positively writhing against me as Brawn devours her mouth. I’m about to lose control.
“I need her on my cock,” I say.
Without another word, Rev closes in behind her and lifts her by the hips. With her feet still planted on the chair and her thighs open wide like the gates of heaven, Rev lowers her. I take my cock in hand and guide it home. Delicious, silky heat makes a perfect, tight, hot place for my cock, and I never want to leave.
Cora sighs into Brawn’s mouth—they’re still kissing, and all around me, bodies move in. Between me and Cora, hands play with her tits. Someone—I think Rev from behind her—is teasing her clit.
“Where’s Grim?” I say, the last shred of my humanity speaking up before I become a beast.
“I am watching,” he says in his thick accent from the direction of the couch.
“He’s got his cock out,” Rev says. “It’s massive and red, and he’s working it with his huge hands and Cora’s panties.”
Fuck.Why do Rev’s words drive my arousal higher?
