My threats are real.
He’s not slow or cautious. He’s gotten too rough with her a time or two and came away with a black eye once.
“I know. I know. I promise, Mas, not to hurt my angel. My wife. My gift from the universe that has me staring at the most perfect thing in the world. Whose mama I have yet to thank for making this perfect body. This perfect ass and these perfect holes.”
Her body clenches. Her eyes widen, and she starts to move against me. I grab the pillow, shove it under my head, and stare into the mirror I angled toward the bed this morning. Beyond his giant head, I see what he sees. She’s laid out like a fucking platter with him slowly dragging the plug past her tight ring. Her pussy is glistening, and I move my knees further apart.
“Relax, baby.” My hands slide over her skin, now coated with a light sweat. It does that when she’s really turned on or nervous. “It will be good, I promise. Just a little pain, but I’ll kiss it away. Suck it away.”
My mouth lands on her neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking. The plug must be out because she’s relaxing into me. Soft and warm. Then she jumps, her eyes wide for a second, and then they go glassy. Looking past me. I shift to watch in the mirror. He’s eating her out. Groaning as much as she’s moaning. He has two fingers pushed past her thick folds, slick with her wetness. Her hips move in rhythm to his mouth.
“That’s right, grind against his face. He loves it. Don’t hold back. This is what he wants. What we all want.” I capture her neck, guide her lips back to mine. Catch her mid moan as she actively fucks his fingers, rubs her so-called no-no hole against his face.
“Yesss, wifey. Feed me. I want to taste everything you had for lunch.”
I break the kiss, completely grossed out. Sof stops too, tenses like she’s about to do a bench press.
“Em, what the fuck?!?!” I scream at him while she hides her face in my shoulder. Breath searing into my neck. My hands stroke up and down her back, comforting her. “That’s disgusting, dumbass. Not sexy. At all.”
His face pops up around her hip. Face completely wet and dripping from his chin. A crooked smile as if he didn’t just say the wrong thing, that makes her uncomfortable and awkward as fuck.
“What? Too far?”
I grab a pillow and launch it at his head. It hits with a hard thud, and he grunts. In the mirror, I see him going down and then popping up like a damn gaming character after getting killed.
“Fuck yes, too damn far. Fucking moron!” I kiss the side of her head. Her hair is damp from the lust and worry. “Ignore him, baby. He’s an idiot, and you know it. I find you sexy as hell. Beautiful beyond words and am so so glad to have you in my arms, giving yourself?—”
She rises up, smothers me in kisses, and starts rocking against my cock. It’s buried in her soft stomach. It’s torture, but she’s calling the shots on this. Taking it step by step. It’s what we agreed on.
She’s always in charge.
Em must be back to licking because her body tightens again. Moving faster and harder against me. Her tongue is getting wilder and more chaotic. Shoves in and out of my mouth until a scream breaks us apart.
“Coming,” she blurts out. Squeezing her eyes shut while her glossy lips part in pleasure
“Damn. Shit. Fuck. Perfect Mas. Look at her pussy sucking in my fingers. Strangling them.”
My gaze moves to the mirror, Em’s shifted to the side, giving me a full view of her pulsating around him. He turns toward the mirror and winks. Then withdraws one finger to push toward her dark ring. Breeching it easily when it gaps open with her orgasm still racing through her. Her ass cheeks clench at the intrusion, but Em strokes her clit with his other hand. The twist of pain and pleasure is evident in her body, pushing into and away from his fingers, until he’s slowly pumping into both holes.
“Baby.”
My heart races, so does hers. She’s panting across my face but fucking herself against his hands. Grabbing more and more of him into her body. I stare at the mirror, wanting to shove my cock in her. To feel what my brother is feeling. But I wait for my turn. I want this for her. For us. To be able to do this more. Often and always with her.
“Get off on him, my sweet, sweet Sofia. Use my brother.”
She speeds up, body convulsing against both of us with a pleasurable scream across the room. My cock is rock hard, leaking against her skin. My balls are sucked up to my body, tingling and almost painfully turning into blue balls.
“Ay . . .” she mumbles the rest under her breath.
Her eyes are so glassy, so blissed out that she doesn’t notice Em shifting around behind her. His fingers are gone from both holes, but he continues to stroke her clit. He stands, grabbing the base of his cock, and lines it at her entrance.
“Slow, Em. Super slow with her.”
I don’t know how he’s reaching her clit, but his shoulder moves back and forth. The moans and moving around attest to him still stroking. The tip of his tongue sticks out in concentration. He doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t answer.
She suddenly grabs the side of my head. Eyes wider than before. Not glassy. Very, very aware of that first push. I don’t break eye contact. I barely breathe. My heart hammers in my chest. Worried and watching for any sign to stop. To turn back and reverse things. My hands surge down to her ass, massaging those thick muscles. Willing everything down there to relax.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. Taking Em like we talked about. Like you wanted.” Suddenly, I’m my brother, babbling on about everything I think she needs to hear to make this okay and eventually great. “You call him a good boy. But who’s our good girl? Who’s sexy enough to handle two guys? Be lusted after by two men who can’t get enough of you? Who both wants to know every part of you?”
