“Kimber,” Rilen whispered my name across the dusting of hair on my mons. “Watch me. Watch me eat your honey. Watch me taste you.”
His tongue found my opening, and he drew it up from there, to my clit and circled—
“Fuck,” I breathed.
Rilen grinned at me, his chin gleaming with my cream. “Better than I dreamed. Like summer strawberries.”
I was going to die. I couldn’t handle the sensations and the seductive words.
It was going to be the best death ever.
Roran smiled against my breast. I glanced at him for a moment and saw a wicked smile on his face.
“Brother. I have a delicious little idea. Will you let me be the first of us to enjoy being inside of ourilati?”
“The pleasure is yours, brother, as long as she agrees.”
“I do.”
Rilen laughed against my sex. “So eager.”
“Yes.” I had quickly started to lose my modesty.
The two of them laughed, pleased.
Sitting up, Roran guided me up while Rilen waited to see what his twin was up to. Roran slid me down the bed just a little and slipped around me.
I could feel his cock against my ass. It was hot, and it jerked against me.
As if I weighed nothing, he lifted me up to sit on his waist as he leaned back against the pillows piled against the headboard.
Now his cock slid along my slit, coating him with my silk.
I could have just slid along him all night.
But he had other, more wicked plans.
“At your leisure,ilati, put me inside you,” he breathed.
My leisure was nothing of the sort. I was becoming frantic.
Rilen watched, rapt, as I took Roran’s cock in my hand and guided the member to the entrance of my sex.
A massive bulbous head forced me to pause for just a moment and relax. I pressed forward, enjoying every last sensation as my tunnel was pushed open and wide by his shaft.
“Oh, what a sight to see you inside ourilati, brother,” Rilen whispered.
Gods, he liked seeing me impaled on his brother.
Roran’s hands again found my breasts, but this time, he simply wrapped his hands around them and bore their weight, his fingers merely caressing the skin.
He wasn’t, however, done with his wicked plan yet.
Sliding his feet apart, he caught my ankles and pulled my legs wider and wider still.
I had no leverage, I couldn’t move on him. It seemed a cruel injustice to be unable to move—”
“Eat her, Rilen.” Roran breathed the words over my shoulder. “Feast on her. Make her come.”
