Page 150 of Light My Fire

Her voice starts to get hoarse from her screams, and I’m absolutely in awe of how free she is in her pleasure.

Jackson is on the side of the bed, and he turns her head, guiding her mouth onto him, muffling her frantic cries. She sucks him eagerly.

“That’s it,” Luke grinds out. “You’re going to take all this dick because you fuckingloveit. You love your tight little cunt getting fucked by me and you love sucking Jackson. You loved swallowing Wyatt’s cum.”

I’m absently stroking myself to hardness again, so turned on I can’t even think straight.

It occurs to me that while I can make Brooke feel amazing by myself, I can never give her this. This is taking her to another fucking planet of pleasure. She’s writhing and sobbing and coming on repeat.

It’s incredible.

I want her to have as much as she can handle.

Luke is slapping her ass now, a hard, stinging rhythm that has her bouncing a little with each contact. Her eyes are closed, so I slip the blindfold back down, in case she’s in sensory overload.

“Brooke, I’m going to come,” Jackson tells her.

She nods, and he pulls back and unloads on her bottom lip and chin, pumping his hand up and down his length. She flicks her tongue over her lip to taste him.

I clap my mouth shut on a hard groan.

“Turn her over,” Luke demands then, pulling out.

Brooke gives a cry of disappointment.

I help her onto her back, feeling her trembling as I ease her head down onto the bed. “Blindfold on or off?” I ask Luke, smoothing her hair back off her face, tugging it out of Jackson’s cum, which is running down onto her tits.

“On. Hold her hands over her head.” Luke tugs her by her right ankle, opening her, then the other.

Even from my angle, it’s an incredible view. She’s all dewy pink skin, her chest rising up and down rapidly, inner thighs slick, lips and neck and chest glistening. I gently arch her arms up over her head and press them down so she can’t move. I shift backwards enough to give Luke room.

Normally I would say I’m seeing more of him than I would like but I can see what this is doing to Brooke, how she’s reveling in this attention, and I don’t care. Jackson is right beside me too, rubbing his jaw and staring intently at Brooke.

Luke moves between her legs and teases at her entrance. “More?”

“Yes! Please, Luke.”

This time when he takes her, he doesn’t last long. After a few hard thrusts and listening to Brooke’s cries of encouragement, he’s groaning.

“This fucking cunt,” he breathes. “Angel, you are so fuckingwet.”

Luke pulls out briefly, teasing the tip of his dick over her clit. Brooke lifts her hips and gives a plaintive cry. When he shoves inside her again, she breaks, shuddering and trying to break free from my grip. I hold her steady and murmur to her, “That’s it, baby. You’re so good at taking dick.”

“I want you to come, Luke,” she tells him, ripping her hand out of my hold and yanking the blindfold off of her head. “Luke. Look at me.”

He does, and I see something on his face I feel like I’m not supposed to.

He’s in love with her.

It’s written all over his expression, from the fierce tenderness in his eyes, to the flare of his nostrils. He looks briefly frozen, then he closes his eyes and roars through an orgasm.

Brooke is crying.

I’m feeling a little dazed.

Jackson looks stunned.

But Luke instantly retreats. “I’m going to win the next game too,” he says, voice low and gravelly.

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