Page 10 of Shared By My Brother's Best Friends

“You want to know what I’ll do?” Plates rattle and drinks spill across the table when Webster stands up faster than his chair can get out from under him as he marches around the table. “I’ll show you what I do to bratty little girls who don’t do what they’re told.” Grabbing my wrist, he lifts me to my feet. After swiping one hand across the table to clear it, he bends me over the edge, smearing my tits in the mess before using his other hand to spank my ass so hard I’m sure it raises welts.

“I’m not a little girl. I’m older than you,” I yell, fighting against his grip on the back of my neck, holding me bent over the table as he swats my ass again.

“Hold her still,” Webster barks.

Kelly and Royal stand on the other side of the table and pull my arms straight out in front of me so my chest and stomach are flat on the table as they each hold one of my wrists.

Webster’s hand lingers on my stinging skin a little longer after each smack. Almost turning into a caress. I’m so fucking wet. I can’t help but push my ass up into his touch, trying to guide his hand closer to my needy cunt.

“Why you acting like a spoiled little brat? You want Daddy to punish you?” Webster’s hand comes down again. This time his fingers slip through my slit, too quickly for me to tell if it was on purpose or not, before he takes them away.

Hoping it was on purpose, I answer, “No, Daddy.”

Webster gently places a hand on my ass. He rubs the cheek in circles, trying to sooth the ache. “Please be a good girl. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt his Little Mouse. You know that, right?”

I nod. Blinking back tears, I ask, “What does Daddy want to do to his Little Mouse?”

Webster growls. His soothing circles stop and his fingers grip my hip.

Before I know it, Webster’s behind me, his cock driving into my soaking wet pussy.

Grunting, and gripping my hips, Webster pounds into me.

Kelly and Royal hold their position and my wrists firmly to the table, but their eyes are on me, soft and sweet.

“You’re a good girl.” Kelly reaches out his free hand to push my still-wet hair out of my eyes.

“You’re our good girl, Sunshine,” Royal confirms.

“We’ll take good care of you, Little Mouse.” Webster runs a hand up my spine.

Kelly and Royal nod their agreement.

When Webster drags his hand back down, he doesn’t stop at the small of my back. He slides his hand around my waist, finding my slippery clit with his fingertips. “Come on, Little Mouse. Come for Daddy,” he says, circling my clit, making my pussy pulse around his thick cock as it pistons deep inside.

Only a few more strokes and I milk Webster’s cock. His body jerks as he comes with me.

My pussy is still clenching when Webster takes hold of my wrist and Kelly takes Webster’s place behind me.

“Oh, fuck.” I wince as Kelly’s thick tip stretches my entrance. “You’re so big.”

“Good thing Daddy got you nice and sloppy, huh?” Webster coos, a coy smile spread on his lips. “Or Kel would hurt even more than my hand across your ass. We wouldn’t want that, would we? You think you learned your lesson, Little Mouse?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I wince again as Kelly pushes all the way in and his hips slap against my ass.

“You promise to be a good girl from now on? Do as Daddy says so he doesn’t need to punish his Little Mouse?”

“I promise, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Fuck yeah, you will,” Kelly growls and grinds against me, rubbing his hands all over my ass and back and up my sides to caress the sides of my boobs, squeezing out where they’re pancaked to the table and covered in juice and waffles soaked with butter and syrup. The sensation of all the textures coming together on my bare skin makes my pussy flutter, greedy for another orgasm.

“Damn, baby girl’s got a tight, juicy cunt.” Kelly grunts and thrusts his hips, forcing a squeak from my throat. “Takes this big cock like a fucking pro.”

“Because she’s a good girl,” Webster says, running a hand up and down my arm.

Royal kisses the back of my hand before looking me in my eyes. “Our good girl.”

I love how Royal doesn’t let me forget that all three of them are claiming me. I don’t have to choose. They won’t fight over who gets to be with me. Even though they’re taking me one at a time, we’re all in this together.

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