Page 75 of Vicious Sentiments

Julian sighs.

“Shut up. This is my story. Anyway… The bad brother knew the girl had never had a real orgasm, at least not one worthy of her tight pussy. The good brother would agree and his job was to hold her down, spreading her legs wide and displaying her to the bad brother so he could deliver what she deserved. He’d run his tongue through her slit, lapping up the sweet juices she made for him.”

I start to throb, imagining it.

“His tongue would explore her pink pouch, putting his lips on her clit and sucking. Her back will arch and she’d be desperate to wrap her legs around his head, but remember, the good brother is holding them open.”

“The good brother would be gentle by the way,” Julian inserts.

“But the bad brother wouldn’t.” Cape covers up his brother’s words quickly. “He would push his tongue inside of her, searching for the spot that made her whimper and jerk. He’d lick that spot until he thought she would cum but then stop.”

My brows come together. He would stop?

“He wasn’t all bad, he would let his brother get a taste first,” Cape says.

I relax.

“They would switch spots, and the bad brother would tuck his dick between her perky little ass cheeks so she could feel himthrob against her and know what was to come. Little brother would—”

“Good brother,” Julian corrects.

“Right. Right. Good brother would eventually not be able to control himself once he tasted her and would want to bury his dick in that tight pussy. But the bad brother, being bad, would want to feel her stretch first. He’d grab her waist and lift her onto his hard cock. The good brother would be forced to suck on her clit while the bad brother fucked her. She would be in so much pleasure that she would drip down around the base of his cock.”

I’m absolutely wriggling beneath the covers and I don’t know what I’m thinking as I slip a hand in my panties. I just know that if I don’t touch myself I’m going to explode. I bite back a sigh of ecstasy as I find myself and drag a finger between my wet lips.

“But she doesn’t get to cum yet,” he continues. “Not until both brothers get to feel what it’s like for her body to tighten and beg for release.”

I start to massage myself to the sound of Cape’s voice, sure he can’t see what I’m doing.

“They would take turns slipping in and out of her until she could take both of them at the same time. And then and only then—” Cape shifts in his seat and I freeze.

“What are you doing?” he growls.

“Nothing,” I squeak, as Julian chuckles.

“You’re touching yourself!” I hear him stand up.

How can he see me? I can’t see him. Suddenly, the light flicks on, and I quickly pull my hand up.

“I am not!” I pull the blanket up to cover my lying and red face.

“She’s cheating, Julian.” He throws a look over his shoulder before ripping the blanket off of me.

“Whatever will we do with her?” Julian drawl and his brows are raised in amusement as Cape examines me.

“I wasn’t!” Embarrassment burns my cheeks.

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Cape leans over the bed and grabs my right arm.

“What are you doing?” I try to tug it back but he’s stronger.

“Figuring out if you’re a little liar.” He grips my wrist and before I know what he’s doing, he puts my fingers in his mouth, sucking and tasting. His warm mouth and tongue slip around and send shivers through me.

“Cape!” I scream.

He narrows his eyes at me as he pulls my fingers out of his mouth. “You were touching yourself!”

“I wasn’t!” I try to deny it.

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