Page 44 of Come Fill Me

“I can’t,” she finally blurted then cried, “I just can’t. I—ah—oh—”

It was impossible for her to form any other words. Sounds spilled from her, incoherent noises accompanying her explosive orgasm. Her jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly. She fought within Zeke’s embrace, needing to close her legs, to get away from Jacob’s hand.

Neither brother allowed it, forcing her to endure minute after minute of their sexual torture that seemed to go on withoutend.

Damp with water and perspiration, Liz succumbed to their will, sagging into Zeke, accepting him suckling her neck while Jacob continued to stroke. Her pussy pulsed wildly.

Indifferent to her state, Jacob licked her just-washed nipples while continuing to amuse himself with her cunt, driving one, then two, then three fingers inside—the same as Zeke had done—before returning to her clit. Her arms shook from her weakened state and having held them up for so long, but she didn’t dare lower them. Such disobedience might convince Jacob she needed even more of his attention when what Liz craved was a bit of rest.

He didn’t give it to her. Neither did Zeke.

After a time, the mere act of pulling in enough air seemed beyond her capability. Her thoughts grew jumbled, the way they did after she’d had too much to drink. Sleep edged close, weakening her further.

Zeke’s hold kept Liz from sagging to the floor. Jacob unlaced her fingers and guided her arms down.

Not knowing his intent, Liz figured it wasn’t going to be an offer to rest. She whined, “What?”

“Your turn to wash me.” He dropped the bar of soap in her hand.

He wanted her to bathe him? He expected her to have that kind of strength after what he and Zeke had just done?

The soap slid off her palm, smacking into the floor. There was no drain, and yet the water hadn’t accumulated there. As Zeke had stated before—weird.

“Better pick that up,” Jacob advised. “You’re going to need it.”

Liz swore beneath her breath.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Zeke answered, his arms around her middle.Caressing her gently, he murmured, “Tired?”

She nodded, craving his understanding and authority. As head honcho, Zeke could tell Jacob to take a hike and grant her a nap.

“Too bad,” Zeke said, moving from behind her but not letting go. He gripped her wrist with one hand and swatted her butt with his other. “You heard the man.”

That she had. What she didn’t understand was him. Hot for her one minute, willing to share the next. She muttered, “Fine.”

The brothers exchanged a glance as though both of them were thinking,what’s with her?

Showing them, Liz sank to the floor and crooked her finger, directing Jacob to follow.

He crossed his arms over his chest and pushed his lean hips out a bit, no doubt to show off his defiance and huge erection. Zeke’s was just as bulky and a fraction longer. Their plump balls were really nice too. With so much male equipment to stare at, Liz had trouble getting her fill of both.

“You want me to lie down,” Jacob said, reclaiming her attention.

“You’re long,” she said, eyeing his length, “but I don’t think even you can reach my pussy from way up there.”

Zeke snickered.

Jacob’s proud smile turned into a scowl. He glared at his brother for a long moment then did as Liz wanted, lying spread-eagle on the floor, his hands behind his head.

“Wash me first,” he ordered, “before you climb on.”

Liz lowered her face in exaggerated submission, playing the game she sensed he wanted. “Of course.”

She grabbed the soap and worked up a lather. In her peripheral vision, she noticed Zeke stepping closer, observing.

Longing for her to do to him what she would with his brother?

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