Page 8 of Hunted for the Holidays

“Come here, little brother,” I rasp, tipping my chin. “Her mouth is all yours.”

The look on his face morphs into a predatory gaze as he strides across the room, unbuttoning his jeans. He pulls his dick out,the silver hoop looping through the tip shining in the light. By the way Charlotte gasps, I take it she hasn’t seen a Prince Albert piercing before.

“Fuck you both!” she shouts, whipping her head to the side as Wyatt fists his length, giving it a few lazy strokes before stepping closer.

Reaching up, I pinch her nipple, eliciting a sharp whimper. “Now, now, little bunny, be a good girl. Maybe if you suck my brother’s dick he won’t want to kill you anymore.”

Her doe eyes meet mine before they glance up at Wyatt’s heated gaze.

“If I do this, you won’t hurt me?” she asks with a sweet hopefully lilt to her voice that tugs at something deep inside me. Wyatt just shrugs.

“Okay,” she breathes, mouth opening to welcome his pierced cock.

“Stick your tongue out,” Wyatt demands.

The little bunny does as she’s told, and Wyatt’s jaw flexes before he leans over and spits into her waiting mouth. She flinches as his saliva hits her tongue, but before she can snap her mouth closed, Wyatt pushes his cockhead between her lips.

Damn. Watching my little brother use her has my stomach twisting into knots and heat singing my spine, desire shooting through me.

Fisting her hair in his tattooed hands, he starts to piston his hips, fucking her face. Charlotte moans around his length as he uses her. I don’t know why watching my stepbrother get his dick sucked by my little bunny makes feel so fucking unhinged, but I have to reach down to adjust myself before going back to punishing her.

My fingers find her clit, strumming it until she starts to squirm. She’s getting close–I can tell–and when her thighs just barely start to quake, I withdraw my hand. Her forehead creases in confusion.

A smirk spreads across my face as I drag the digit still covered in her wetness further down, tracing her opening. She bucks her hips as I start to press inside. God, she’s so fucking tight. Her greedy cunt swallows my finger, squeezing it tight. There’s no way in hell I’d fit my cock in her. As much as I can’t wait to fuck her senselessly and stuff her full of cum, I’ll have to work her up to it.

Her eyes start to roll back in her head, whimpers and moans humming from her full mouth as I add a second digit and pump into her. I curl them at their deepest point, massagingher insides and she starts to flail her legs like she’s never felt anything this good before…

Maybe she hasn’t.

“Are you a virgin, little bunny?” I ask, my motions stopping.

Charlotte’s watering eyes look at me painfully as I withdraw my hand. The faintest bit of crimson stains my fingertips, giving me the answer.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Wyatt grits out amidst my discovery.

He holds her head steady and slams himself fully inside her. She jerks her hands, the metal frame of the bed beneath her squeaking as she struggles to breathe. Tears slide down her face, chest stuttering with silent gasps as he fills her with his release. I can’t take my eyes off them—my sweet and innocent little virgin being face fucked by my brother is the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t dare blink, fearing I’ll miss a moment of their combined pleasure and pain. Fuck, the combination is deliciously depraved.

Wyatt’s hips still, and he slowly withdraws his spent cock. Strings of cum and saliva trail from her lips, dribbling down her chin as she grimaces like she’s about to gag. Wyatt’s quick to react, slapping his tattooed hand across her face and sealing her mouth shut.

“Swallow,” he orders.

Charlotte nods behind his hold and her throat bobs as she swallows down my stepbrother’s cum. Fuck, I suddenly want to shove my tongue down her throat and taste their combined flavor.

He looks at me with a sated smile tugging at his lips as he tucks himself away. “Maybe your little captive is a good girl after all.”

Pushing up from the bed, I preen as I look down at her. “Hear that, Charlie? You’ve been a good girl. Guess your punishment’s over.”

Wyatt’s already leaving the room as I move to cover her naked form with the faded quilt from the bed.

“Derek!” she shouts as I’m heading to the door. “What about me?”

Grabbing the doorknob, I look back at her. “Remember this lesson the next time you want to be a bad girl.”

She thrashes and wails, but she’s still tied tightly to the bed, secure in Wyatt’s knots.

“Sleep tight little bunny,” I call out, pulling the door shut behind me.

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