Page 46 of Come Fill Me

From behind, Zeke made a noise that sounded as if he was trying hard not to laugh.

“You—quiet,” Jacob ordered his brother. “You,” he said to her. “Take me inside right—holy shit.”

“Way ahead of you,” Liz purred, guiding him within her opening, her sheath sinking over his firm length.

Their bodies touched. She exhaled at being so filled, her opening stretched by him as she’d pledged. Not that it meant she was through. She hadn’t even begun. Lowering her torso to his, Liz bit his bottom lip, a playful move that caused no pain.

Jacob smiled.

She licked the seam of his lips, tracing his grin, then tilted her face so she could fasten her mouth on his, pouring her healing breath into him, delivering her tongue.

He accepted both without question, flexing his cock within her cunt as they necked. Liz guided him, keeping their kiss tender and slow to test each other’s reaction. Jacob soon tired of that, his desire torrid rather than sentimental.

In that, he was different from Zeke and didn’t even realize it.

Rather than show him what a little romancing could do,Liz followed his lead, their kiss turning desperate and noisy. Water dripped from her hair to his. More rolled down her spine, slipping from the furrow between her cheeks to her anus. Deliberately, Liz kept her ass as high as she could, as inviting as she could make it to Zeke.

He didn’t ignore the temptation.

Dropping to his knees, he gripped her ass, his fingers separating her cheeks, his thumbs exploring her tightest opening.

Her tongue stalled in Jacob’s mouth. He pushed it out, filling her with his tongue instead. Liz suckled him, aroused by his kiss, thrilled at Zeke stroking her anus with full intent to use it.

At that moment, everything except the Neekoma brothers faded into the background. She no longer heard the water dripping from their bodies or Beyonce’s strong, sexy voice. Liz became a creature of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the scent of both men, their powerful bodies and ruthless wills to have her.

Zeke nudged her anus with the tip of his cock, prepared to enter. The lack of lubrication didn’t bother Liz. Carreon’s lieutenants had never used it, nor had he. From the beginning of their relationship, even when Carreon had fooled her into believing he cared, he’d still demanded she experience a man’s body without anything coming between his flesh and hers.

Her ex-lover had prepared her well for this moment, and now that it was here, she didn’t want to wait a second more for the pleasure to play out.

Lifting her ass as much as she could, Liz presented it to Zeke.

He placed his fingers on either side of her opening, pulling it apart, directing his crown inside. He wasn’t brutal or too gentle. He was a man who knew what he wanted and how to satisfy a woman. It took him little time to tunnel within her, her passagestretched to accommodate his size, their bodies kissing, his balls swinging into her cunt.

With each of her openings filled, Liz went with the program, wanting the men to do most of the work.

They didn’t disappoint, though Jacob continued to compete. Trying to best the steady rhythm of Zeke’s thrusts, he made his own slow, then fast, then slow once more. The effect was surprising, arousing Liz quicker than she would have guessed. Even with Jacob’s tongue still in her mouth, her panting was loud, filling the space. Zeke slipped his arm around her leg, touching her clit, rubbing it.

Mother-freaking crap. She was way past panting now. Choking back a moan, Liz pulled her mouth from Jacob’s.

He looked closer to the edge than she felt, his face red from lack of air or what her pussy was doing to him.

He pumped his cock into her cunt with stunning determination. Zeke did the same in her anus even as he massaged her nub, making her whimper. Their scents and hers mingled, smelling of naked flesh, sex, way better than the soap’s citrusy fragrance.

Liz gulped the misty air. She tried to hold off and failed, lifting her chin to the ceiling as she released a husky moan, signaling her climax.

Zeke thrust several more times before allowing his own orgasm. Jacob tried to outdo his brother but succumbed at approximately the same time. They all gasped and groaned. The music continued to play. The water misted. Zeke pulled out of her and sank to the floor. Liz sagged over Jacob’s leg, her pussy releasing him.

After her prolonged celibacy, each of her openings stung from so much use. She relished the slight pain, knowing she wouldn’t be experiencing it for much longer…not even with Zeke.

A melancholy moan bubbled in the base of her throat. Liz curled into a fetal position in a foolish attempt to stop it and to protect her heart.

Jacob rolled in her direction.

Zeke got to her first, pulling Liz into his embrace. He kissed her deep and slow, widening the divide between him and his brother.

Chapter Eight

Carreon stood at the edge of the back porch, his crisp white shirt fluttering in the desert breeze. The fabric smelled of starch. The morning air of damp earth and lavish vegetation that surrounded his stronghold.

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