She gave up the fight, giving into me.
A spasm of pre-cum dampened my jeans as her hips shot upward, her clit brushing against my nose.
Her body twisted, trying to get her hands free, but the brothers wouldn’t let her go.
She turned wild. Seeking. Demanding. The same sexual creature from the stables.
I couldn’t breathe without dragging her scent into my lungs. I couldn’t swallow without drinking her. And I couldn’t fucking think without wanting to tear off my jeans and plunge deep inside her.
My tongue worked faster, the tips of my teeth gracing her pussy as I drove deeper than I’d ever gone before.
I ate her. I fucked her. Iownedher.
Her tight pussy squeezed my tongue, begging for more.
I’ll give you more.
I’d given her too much already.
Fuck.
Her legs suddenly latched around my ears, grinding herself onto my face.
She moaned hard; a breathless beg on her lips. I couldn’t stop myself.
My tongue drove harder; my head bobbed faster.
She unravelled.
She combusted.
She screamed as she came on my tongue.
Chapter Sixteen
Nila
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OH, MY GOD.
Oh, myGod.
It didn’t. It couldn’t. He didn’t. I couldn’t.
What thehelldid I just do?
Jethro stood straight, breathing hard. His eyes were tight; his mouth drenched and red.
My cheeks flamed, heart racing like I’d run ten kilometres.
Whatwasthat?
What magic did he possess that made me throw away self-consciousness, decorum, and hatred? How could I squirm that way? Sound that way?Comethat way?
I came.
He made me come.
