Page 40 of Ruthless Reign

I moaned, the fingers on my right hand delving into Kaleb’s hair as my body convulsed on the table. The things he was doing with his tongue down there should be fucking outlawed. My vision doubled as I shuddered, reaching blindly for Hardin.

Hardin’s touch slid to my jaw, forceful fingers prying my mouth open as he pushed two digits inside. He slid them over my tongue and I sucked them softly, swirling against their tips in a wicked promise. He pushed them in deeper, choking me with them, testing my limits.

As my eyes rolled open I found open fucking flame in his gaze. I gasped for air through the smoke clouding my mind as he withdrew the digits, wetting my lips as he readied his cock with his other hand.

I couldn’t fucking wait to choke on it.

I opened wide for him, and he bared his teeth as he dragged me closer to the edge of the table by the throat, letting my head hang a little from the edge as he pushed into my mouth.

A drop of salty precum met my tongue and I was fucking starving for him. I moaned loudly around his length as he fed himself into my mouth and down my throat, inch by precious inch. Until my eyes watered and my pussy clenched. Kaleb felt the shift and I felt him smile against me.

When he added two fingers to his tongue, pressing them into me, I choked on Hardin’s cock and had the absolute pleasure of watching him drop his head back in a feral groan through watery eyes.

He withdrew, hooded eyes dropping to mine. So hard. So hungry.

I licked my lips, eager for another assault.

A muscle ticked in his temple as he positioned himself directly behind me and guided me to drop my head, pressing on the underside of my chin to line himself up.

“Open your dirty fucking mouth,” he said in a rough, husky tone that made me shiver.

I did as I was told and Kaleb slapped my pussy at the same time his brother thrusted into my open mouth. I convulsed on the table and Hardin leaned over me, pushing himself into my throat to his hilt as his hands pressed me hard into the table. My eyes rolled and when Kaleb sucked on my clit, I couldn’t hold on anymore.

Hardin shoved my bra down and flicked my nipples and I came hard, thrashing on the table, my thighs fighting clamping on Kaleb’s head, my lungs fighting for air as the sensations doubled, tripled, raging through me like tiny napalm explosions until I forgot that I needed air.

“Hardin,” I heard Kaleb say distantly and then there was air and I was gasping and crying out as the orgasm continued to shudder through me.

Quick hands found the back sides of my knees and my legs were pulled back roughly, opening me back up for Kaleb.

I blinked away the tears blurring my vision to see Hardin standing above me, gripping my knees, holding me open for his brother. As the orgasm began to fade, a smile found my lips.

Hardin held his cock just out of reach of my mouth, and I looked up at him wickedly, reaching for him above my head.

“Don’t stop,” I croaked.

Hardin hissed as he shifted his hips forward, and I licked the bead of precum from his hardened tip, making him jerk. “Fuck my tight little throat, Hardin.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, thrusting into my mouth as I felt his grip tighten on the underside of my knees.

I shouted in surprise around his cock as I felt Kaleb resume his assault on my pussy with his tongue, gently prodding my ass with a wet digit as he ate me out.

“She’s so fucking wet for us,” Kaleb said, pushing his finger into me, feeling the tight stretch as I slowly opened up for him. “Oh fuck. I am going to destroy this ass, Vixen.”

My core tightened at the promise, and I reached down to touch him as his brother began to move in my mouth, fucking my throat just like I asked him to. Kaleb kissed my fingers as I stroked them down his cheek, and I used the wetness he gave to play with my nipples, earning myself a few curses and groans of pleasure from my guys as they watched me touch myself.

“Relax your throat, Hawk.”

Beautiful.

Badass.

Right now, I felt like both things. I felt like everything.

I did as Hardin bid, relaxing my throat as much as possible as he pushed past the dam at the back of my mouth, hitting that sweet spot that made his fingers bite down into the back of my knees so hard that I knew I’d find bruises there later.

As he retracted, I fought for air, swirling my tongue down the underside of him before suckling gently at his tip. I was ready when he thrusted again, throat wide and ready to take him all the way back again.

“Fuck,” Hardin cursed as he picked up his pace, pumping in and out of my mouth with starved, almost frantic movements and I knew he was close already. I was good at this. Almost too good I’d been told and it seemed even Hardin St. Vincent was no match for this mouth.

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