“God,” Lawson moans, his pace slowing as he slides even deeper down my throat. Once he goes as far as my body will allow, I gag around him. “Just like that, Abigail.” He doesn’t give me much of a reprieve before he does it again.
Tears fall down my face, but Lawson’s quick to brush them away. And when I look up at him, he smiles approvingly. The look on his face is so much more tender than the way he’s using me.
I’m about to take him to the back of my throat again when Jasper pulls at my hair. I shriek at the sting, and Beau’s lips are back at the shell of my ear. “Tell us if it’s too much, Darlin’.”
“I’m okay,” I reply breathlessly.
“Good girl.” He nips at my earlobe before Jasper turns my head to the left. My eyes immediately find Lincoln’s cock—his hand wrapped around it as he strokes himself slowly. He wraps his free hand around my jaw, forcing my mouth to pop back open. “Open that pretty mouth for me, Sweetheart.”
I do as he says.
“You want my brother and I to fuck that pretty face of yours?”
“Yes, sir,” I reply softly.
Beau slides his finger beneath my panties and runs his finger through my folds. “So wet already.”
My eyes flutter shut for a moment as I start to feel the way my pussy throbs through my entire body.
“You better open that throat for me, Abbie.” That’s the only warning Lincoln gives before he slides his cock past my lips.
I’m not surprised when Lincoln starts fucking my face harder than his brother just was. I’m also not surprised at how good it feels for him to use me like this.
I start rocking back and forth against Beau’s hand, trying to get him to ease the ache between my legs. But he doesn’t. His touch is nothing more than light grazes over where I want him most
Lincoln lets out a low, drawn-out moan each time he hits the back of my throat, as the sounds of me gagging fills the room. He doesn’t stop. He knows if I needed it, I’d ask for a break.
He trusts me as much as I trust him.
Eventually, though, he pulls himself free. A string of saliva runs from my lips to the head of his cock. Only broken when I turn back to Lawson.
We continue like that for a while. Jasper holding my hair, directing me where I need to go. Beau torturing me in the most delicious way, whispering words of praise in my ear. All while I move between Lincoln and Lawson, bringing them to the edge and back, over and over again while I suck their cocks.
My lips are around Lincoln, when—in unison—Beau stands, Jasper lets go of my hair, and Lincoln picks me up off the floor. My legs wrap around his waist as he drags the pad of his thumb along my swollen bottom lip.
Feeling naughty, I bite at the tip of his thumb, and when he doesn’t pull it free, I bite down even harder.
Lincoln hisses in pain, but his eyes light with a fire that burns only for me. “My naughty girl.”
Lawson moves to stand behind me. He brushes my hair to one shoulder and begins kissing down the slope of my neck. And when he bites at my skin hard enough that I know there will be a mark, my mouth pops open on a moan—freeing Lincoln’s thumb.
I rock my hips against Lincoln’s stomach as Lawson does it once more. “Tell me, Abigail.”Another bite.“Think you can handle Linc and me at the same time?”Another bite.
Lincoln’s eyes dance between mine, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “I think our girl likes the sound of that, Law.”
“I—I…” My mind races as I try to come up with the right words.
“Don’t do that.” Lincoln’s stare softens. “Tell us what you want. Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
Fuck it.
“I… I want that. I want it so bad.”
“As long as we’re careful,” Lincoln clarifies, and I nod eagerly. “Then we take it slow,” Lawson replies, undoing the clasp of my bra. “You tell us if anything… and I meananything…feels uncomfortable. If it does, we adjust. Okay?”
“Okay,” I answer softly.
Lincoln’s grip on my ass tightens, the tips of his fingers pressing hard enough to bruise, and I rock once more against him. Helets out a ragged breath as my wetness—even through my panties—soaks his shirt. He stares at me for a moment before he utters the three words that have become like a drug to me. “That’s our girl.”
