I snake an arm around his nape and angle my head, seeking his soft lips. He responds to my silent plea, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, the same way his dick thrusts into my body. I breathe him into my lungs, rolling my tongue against his as our lips mesh together in synchronized passion. I’m ravenous for him…Ravenous for all my Wilder men. Every fiber of my being is ablaze with primal desire. I feel it pumping through my veins, spreading like wildfire to my raw nerve endings.
Suddenly, rough fingers knot into my loose curls and yank my head around.
“What about me?” Shepard growls, nudging his stiff arousal against my lips. “I need some lovin’, too.”
Satin over steel is a fitting description for his proud cock. My tongue darts out, lapping the precum seeping from his slit. I moan, my eyes fluttering closed as his salty essence explodes on my tongue.Musk, man, and sex.A flavor that’s uniquely him.
“Fuck, Sweet Peach,” he groans, tangling his other hand into my messy strands. “Open those pretty lips for me.”
Shepard guides his cock past my kiss-swollen lips and down my tight throat. I choke on him, my eyes burning with unshed tears as I struggle for breath. I’m dangerously close to losing my lunch, his endowed size too much for me to handle. They all have impressive man parts, but his is the thickest.
“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose,” he grits out between clenched teeth, holding steady until my gag reflexes adapt to his straining erection. “Good girl,” Shepard coos, withdrawing until only the tip of his hardness remains in my mouth. “Brace yourself.”
That’s his only warning before going full throttle, fucking my face hard and fast. I clasp onto his jean-clad thighs to soften the impact as tears stream down my cheeks, combining with the saliva dripping from my chin. I should feel ashamed, but I don’t. My body hums with sensual excitement. I like everything being done to me.No, that’s not true. I don’t like it. I fucking love it. This is “leave me and I’ll kill you” sex. The type of sex that’ll fuck with your head and have you doing crazy shit.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs, his grip tightening in my hair. “Your mouth is a fucking dream.”
Exactly my sentiments. Is this a dream? If so, never wake me. Let me sleep forever in suspended reality where pleasure and orgasms are endless.
“I’m almost there, Sweet Peach,” Emmett groans, coasting his hand up my torso and cupping a breast, the other remaining clutched at my waist.
So am I. I fasten a hand in Beau’s beautiful blond mane as his tongue lashes my clit. The pulse in my pussy intensifies tenfold, swiftly growing into a pounding staccato.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
My orgasm bowls me over, hitting with lightning bolt force. For a split second, every muscle in my body seizes, my feminine core hungrily milking Emmett’s cock.
“Fuck!” Shepard shouts, creamy seed filling my mouth at the same time his cousin roars his own release.
Beau pushes to his feet, lifting me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his torso, crossing my ankles at his back. His hands slide to my bottom as our lips meet in a fiery kiss. He moves with long, urgent strides, taking me into the living room and sitting on the edge of the giant leather sectional.
“Ride my dick,” he says, his tone gruff and demanding. “Show me what a perfect whore you can be.”
I hurriedly undo his jeans and free his heavy erection. He rips my negligee in two and then his warm lips are all over my breasts. I position his length at my entrance and fill myself with him.
“I won’t fight anymore,” I whisper, resting my cheek on the top of his head. “Just don’t hurt me.”
“We won’t,” Beau promises, his lips brushing against my pebbled nipple. “Trust us.”
I nod and hold on to him tightly, slowly grinding my pussy back and forth on his dick. He groans, grasping my ass and thrusting into me. I throw my head back and cry out, rolling my hips to match his pace. The friction of my clit rubbing against his pubic bone creates a roaring fire in my belly.
I gasp, feeling a wet nudge between my ass cheeks. I glance over my shoulder, finding Shepard kneeling behind me.
“No.” I frantically shake my head. “I can’t take you both.”
“You can,” he says, placing a lingering kiss on my nape. “I used plenty of lube and I promise to be gentle.” He begins slowly easing into my snug entrance. “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop. You have my word.”
Beau stills as his brother pushes into me inch after slow inch, his lips and tongue feasting on my breasts. The burn is too much. I can’t take it.
“I can’t,” I whimper, curling my fingers over Beau’s broad shoulders. “Please.”
“A little more,” Shepard grunts, driving the last inch into me.
I shake uncontrollably, pleasure and pain merging.
“You’re okay,” Beau rasps, clasping my face. “We’re going to start moving now.”
They thrust in and out of my body ever so gently, taking me to heights I never thought possible. There’s no more pain. The tantalizing aroma of sex rends the air, intoxicating my senses. It’s all around me, caressing my sweat-soaked skin.
