Oh, fuck.
I’ve been doing so well. So fucking well.
My jaw loosens. “There you go, come on,” Zeekmurmurs as he licks my neck. “Just a little more.”
Then Kane’s fingers press down on my tongue, and his shadow brushes over my clit slowly, continuously.
My mouth opens on a pleading whimper.
“That’s it, atta girl. Fuck, look at you, dripping all over me, mouth wide open for my brother—you’re a fucking dream.”
I don’t get to digest the praise because Ezekial starts unbuttoning my blouse, sliding his fingers over my breast, brushing my nipple with his thumb.
Kane’s fingers withdraw, but something soft yet so hard is placed against my lips instead.
My eyes flicker down to the tip of Kane’s cock.
I want it. So bad.
When I peer back up, I have no doubt my expression screams my desperation. Especially with the wicked glint in those dark eyes.
But fuck him if he thinks I’ll beg.
He slowly brushes his tip over my lower lip, just like he did with his thumb, before placing it into my open mouth.
Just so. Just the tip.
Letting me feel him, before he gently pushes in, sliding onto my tongue. My eyes start to close with the memory of how big he is, will I even be able to take—
“Look at me.”
I do.
I’ve lost all restraint.
All defiance.
I just want this—him—them.
I stare up into Kane’s dark, heated gaze. His cock not even half way in my mouth as he keeps going, pushing in gradually. At one point, I almost gag, and he stills.
“Breathe through your nose, immaru.” His order is strained, and seeing him losing his composure, even just a little, makes everything inside my tighten.
“Fuck me,”Ezekial groans into my hair, both hands back on my waist, stopping me from being able to squirm.
Our eyes never lose contact as I follow Kane’s command.
Breathing through my nose, he pushes in further, and further. When he finally hits the back of my throat—I swallow.
The low groan Kane releases has me pulsing around Ezekial’s cock.
“Brother… I can’t… I need to…” Ezekial’s murmured rambles just make it worse—or better—who fucking knows.
I feel myself getting wetter, feel everything tighten.
“You have no idea… how fucking tight and wet… fuck…” he mumbles, face in my hair.
“You’re going to hold me here.” Kane ignores his brother’s struggles, one hand wrapping around my throat. “While my brother fucks you. Do you understand?”
