Page 21 of Broken Love

The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and as much as I’d like to bury my face between her thighs, Tanner and I made a pact not to fuck her tonight. Tonight is all about the three of us connecting on an emotional level. Doesn’t mean we can’t give her pleasure, however. Especially when she’s so deserving of being worshipped.

Meeting Tanner’s gaze from the side of her body, he gives a light nod that we’re on the same page, and we work to bring Windsor to orgasm. My fingers play with her nipples while Tanner slips a hand between her legs.

Her body vibrates between us as she cries out her delight. I love how sensitive she is to us and how needy her body is for our touch. As we bring her down, she collapses into our laps, a satisfied smile on her face as we lift her and carry her to bed. Stripping away the rest of her clothes and ours, we tangle around her satiated body and fall into an effortless sleep.

CHAPTER 9

Windsor

I’ve been awake for a while now. The sun is shining bright in the room, since the curtains weren’t closed last night, and I’ve been debating on getting up. Sandwiched between Tanner and Tucker, with one leg slung across Tanner's hip and their hands everywhere on my body, or so it seems, I don’t want to move.

Raging erections dig into the front and back of my body, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit curious about what they look and taste like—that first night was solely focused on me, so I didn’t get a chance. But there’s no way I’d be able to explore one without the other waking up.

Leaning into Tucker, he rolls back a bit, giving me more room to move around, until his hand comes up to cup my breast. Glancing down, I love the look of his masculine hand against my very feminine flesh. The contrast tightens my belly, and my sex constricts.

Glancing over at Tanner, his face is still in slumber, and I get the feeling he could sleep through an earthquake with how little he moved last night. Carefully slipping my thigh away from him, the hand holding it flexes, securing me in place before relaxing again. Drawing back from him, I slowly move to sit up. Tucker's hand falls away from my chest, but I can feel him stirring.

I’ll make him my target first. Gently getting to my knees, I push the blankets the rest of the way off our bodies and turn to him. He’s got one hand tucked under my pillow and the other lying on his chest.

Even in sleep, he looks perpetually angry. The hard lines on his face haven’t softened an inch, and his mouth is set in a straight line. His jaw appears clenched, and I aim to relax him the way they did me last night. My body still buzzes from the pleasure they gave me.

Brushing my fingertips along his jaw and across his full lips, I drag them down his chest. He groans and stretches out on his back, allowing me better access to him. Settling myself between his open thighs, I finally get a glimpse of the cock that brought me so much satisfaction before and has had me curious with every touch since then.

Biting back a whimper at the size, my entire body tenses, wondering how I ever fit that inside me. He’s thick all the way around with a curve at the tip that I just know will rub along my G-spot perfectly. And has.

Putting my hands on his thighs, I gently scrape my nails up and down the thick, muscular flesh. He tenses before slackening again. I love seeing him so open and vulnerable to me, though I know it won’t last long once I’ve got my mouth on him.

Biting my lip, his size definitely intimidates me. Long and thick is the only way I can describe the man. I’ll be lucky to get him halfway into my mouth, but boy, do I want to.

Saliva pools on my tongue as I move in closer. Rubbing my cheek along the steely hardness, I’m surprised at how smooth his skin is. When he shifts under me, I look up to find he’s still asleep. It gives me the courage to carry on with my mission.

Cupping the base of his dick with one hand, I leave the other on his thigh to steady myself as I lick gently up his shaft. He groans, and his dick jumps under my touch, but he doesn’t awaken. Not yet.

He tastes…masculine. Powerful. Like he’s mine.

Taking the mushroom-shaped head into my mouth, I’m surprised to find him leaking his desire already. I shouldn’t be, but I wasn’t expecting it so soon. I use my tongue to massage the slit and lick up any drops of liquid pulsing out before swallowing.

Sucking him into my mouth, I move slowly at first, unsure of my rhythm, when finally, I feel his hands in my hair as his hips pump upwards. Glancing up at the man, he is watching me. His eyes are nearly black with lust, his teeth sink into his bottom lip, and the muscles in his neck strain as he struggles to let me remain in control.

Forcing down his cock until I nearly gag, I swallow and push a little more. His entire body strains, his eyes close, and his hands tighten in my hair as I keep up the pressure until I’ve got most of him in my mouth.

The hand holding his base squeezes tightly before stroking up and down as I keep swallowing. He swells in my mouth, and I know he’s about to come for me. Moaning around his length, I lift one leg to straddle his beefy thigh and settle my pussy against the straining muscles.

Tucker groans as he raises it, pushing into me and rubbing against my swollen clit. I groan around his girth and recognize the moment it’s too much for him. His hands hold me tightly as he fights back a shout of pleasure, and he comes in my mouth. Swallowing as quickly as I can, I feel his abundance dribbling from the corners of my lips.

Releasing him from my mouth, I lick up the bit that squeezed out before kissing the tip of his dick. He shudders at the tender touch.

“Bring me that fucking pussy,” he demands as I untangle myself from his fists. I shake my head as I move towards Tanner. Tucker glares down at me but lets me move away from him and towards his twin.

Rolling to his side, Tucker leans up on his elbow to watch me. “He likes a little bite with his pleasure.” The teasing grin indicates otherwise, but I think he might enjoy it himself. I’ll have to try it next time.

Watching Tanner, his breathing remains steady as he sleeps, and I get the feeling he won’t wake up as quickly as Tucker did. Scoring my nails across his thighs just as I had his brother, his dick flares to life, leaking immediately and causing me to smile.

While the two of them are identical twins, I notice so many differences that I could never mistake them for each other. Another of which is their dicks. Tucker is thick and long with a curved head. Tanner is thick, too, but not quite as long. There’s no curve to him, but right in the center of his cock is a bulge—almost as if he could knot me like a wolf. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought.

“What was that for?” Tucker catches it immediately.

Biting my lip, I debate telling him until he raises a brow and reaches towards me to pinch a nipple. “I was just thinking of your differences.” My eyes drop to his cock before looking back at his brother’s.

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