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RAE
Tyke liftshis glistening finger to his lips and sucks my juices off the tip. It only makes me create more.Holy shit. Two broad men tower over me, and all I can do is melt into the furniture and dream of being their rag doll.What the fuck is wrong with me?I should make a bolt for the door. Split from the goddamn clubhouse and never look back.
Not lift my left leg and run my toes up the inside of Tyke's thigh until I meet the thick evidence of his arousal.
The men exchange a glance, and Digger nods. My nipples are painfully hard at the realization of what that silent conversation entailed, of what it means for me. My heart thumps against my ribcage, fingertips pulsating with the need to touch one of them.
Both of them.
"You're in control," Tyke reminds me as he leans down, bracing his weight on the back of the seat. "You say no, and we stop. You say harder, and we give that to you. You say when, how fast or slow..." He ducks his head to watch his other hand as it dips between my legs. "And which holes." He slides a thick finger in my cunt—tickling the rose of my ass with another—as his lips seal over mine.
Holy fuck.He doesn't taste as sweet as his brother. I find the stale aftereffects of cigarettes mixed with hard liquor. It's distinctly masculine, as is the way he devours me with his kiss, the sweeps of his lips firm and demanding. I find myself stretching up when he pulls away, desperate to reconnect.
"This been touched before?" Tyke applies a little pressure to my back channel.
I whimper at the spasm it causes in my pussy, my overworked muscles tripping out on more stimulation. All I can do is nod, sure that if I open my mouth, I'll be begging for him to just take me.
"Good." He stands tall, taking a moment to do the same as Digger: removing his vest with care and then shedding his T-shirt.
I'm so entranced by the ink bracketing Tyke's firm body in two thick murals up the sides of his waist and ribcage that I don't even notice Digger move until his mouth connects with my calf. He lays kisses along my leg, working higher, while his brother strides to the door and, with a glance over his shoulder, flicks the catch. There's a sign of respect in that movement, one that makes my eyes burn.
"You okay?" Digger lifts my other leg, poised to repeat the action.
I nod, returning my attention to Tyke with a smile.
He rejoins our party, dropping to his knees beside my head. I'm confronted with his belt buckle at eye level, mouth watering at what lies behind the denim. His firm hand finds my breast, fingers teasing my nipples in turn, before he slides his touch between them, rising higher until he seemingly matches Digger's marks on my throat. Tyke's abs constrict, his breath caught in his lungs as he applies pressure, watching me for my reaction.
I lick my lips and drop my gaze to his crotch.
"Fuck, woman." Using his grip on my neck, he pivots my chin with forefinger and thumb and takes my lips in another hard kiss.
Meanwhile, Digger's made his way to my pussy. I'm fucking surprised I'm ready for round two so soon, but the involuntary buck of my hips as he suckles my hood assures me I'm ready to go.
Or maybe it's just the sight of Tyke shucking his jeans and discovering he goes commando that has me so damn wet. I swallow hard, hitching an eyebrow at the barbell that punctures the eye of his cock.I never picked him for that kind. "Yum."
He chuckles. "Hungry, baby?"
"Famished." I wriggle across the cushion so that my head hangs off the edge, Digger following my movements as he continues to feast. It's awkward, bracing myself with one hand so I don't fall, but worth every aching second when the head of Tyke's cock lines up with my lips. I swirl my tongue across the tip, savoring the sweet taste of his pre-cum, and then ease him in. He releases a groan, thighs tense while he holds himself in place. He's thick, which makes taking him deep hard, but I get a perverse sense of satisfaction hearing him moan when the steel through his head connects with the back of my throat. I push harder, fighting the urge to gag and force my throat to swallow. His legs damn near buckle.
"You're a fucking demon, woman." Tyke sets his palms on either side of my face and holds me steady while he pulls slowly out.
I realize Digger's stopped moving when he says, "She looks so good taking dick, Tyke."
"You didn't do this?" He seems surprised.
I guess we were just too caught in the moment, driven by lust, while with Tyke, I'm happy to take, my time having already been sated.
"Guess there's always next time, eh, Rae?" Digger punctuates the question with his tongue speared in my cunt.
I groan around Tyke's dick, the vibrations making his hands grip me tighter. He pushes deep, allowing me to adjust my head a little to help take him down, then sets a steady pace.
My bestie's father is fucking my face, and I can't find it in me to stop. The need outweighs the shame. The desire overwhelming the guilt.
Digger slips a finger inside, quickly adding two more. I'm already stretched from him fucking me hard, but the fullness is exquisite when my mouth is stuffed full. I brace my feet—one on his shoulder and the other on the sofa—and drive up against him, desperate for more. More what, I don't know. Just more. More fullness, more stretch, more ache, more sin. The three of us continue in unison, each man as keen as the other to use me to their full advantage. My brain can't decide what to focus on more, torn between the warring sensations.
I almost breathe a sigh of relief when Tyke pulls out and wraps his hand around my throat, using the hold to reposition me. He urges me to my knees on the sofa, savoring the taste of himself on my lips. Digger palms my ass, fingertips spreading my arousal front to back to wet my asshole. I shuffle closer to Tyke, hands against his chest. He presses his forehead to mine, using his free hand to guide one of mine down to his cock. I wrap my palm around him and stroke a few times before I guide his head to my pussy, moving my hips so that he lines up with where I want him most.
He holds my hooded gaze with his own, never looking away as I slowly take his length deep inside. A hissed breath past his lips is my only indication he likes the tease as much as I do, the increase in pressure of his fingers against my throat the answer to him bottoming out. "You fuckin' make me do stupid shit, you know that?"
