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“Perhaps we need to remind her,” Roman suggests with a deviant smirk.

Even if I wanted to, Knox doesn’t give me a chance to object, flipping me over onto my belly and banding an arm around my hips to pull me up onto all fours. Roman shoves down his boxers and moves to his knees in front of me, his thick cock at eye level as he pumps it in his fist. I blink up at him demurely, tongue darting out to wet my lips as Knox’s hands grip onto the front of my thighs and his warm breath fans my center. My lips part with a gasp as his broad tongue licks into me, and Roman seizes theopportunity to thrust his cock past them, sinking a hand into my hair as he thrusts down my throat.

My toes curl as Knox teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, nipping it with his teeth before suctioning his lips over the sensitive bud. I hum around Romans length as he pumps in and out of my mouth, my scalp prickling as his fingers tighten their grip on my hair. He mutters a strained curse as I hollow out my cheeks and suck harder, choking as the head of his dick bumps the back of my throat. Knox’s skilled tongue laps against my center while I trace my own around Romans shaft, the building pressure in my core making my thighs quake.

The salty taste of precum slides over my tongue as Knox withdraws his mouth and shifts around behind me. Curiosity and anticipation mingle as I attempt to turn my head, but then Roman pulls out of my mouth, sliding a finger gently beneath my chin and tipping it up. “Eyes on me while he fucks you,wife.”

My stomach bottoms out, my throat tightening with apprehension as I blink up at him. My mind’s reeling, heart racing, but all my tension ebbs away when the head of Knox’s cock nudges my entrance and he slides into me from behind. I cry out, the sound of it muffled as Roman thrusts back into my mouth. My lips seal around his shaft as Knox starts hammering into me, forcing me to swallow his brother deeper with every harsh snap of his hips.

“Such a good girl, taking both of our cocks like this,” Knox praises, curling an arm under my hips to pinch my clit. “My perfect little pet.”

Roman twists my hair around his hand like a rope, arching my neck as he tugs until my eyes meet his. “She loves it. Don’t you, wife?”

A strangled gasp is all I can manage as he rolls his hips, his tip punching the back of my throat. Even as I choke aroundRoman’s girth, my pussy slickens with desire as Knox pounds in and out with wild abandon, driving me closer to the edge of bliss.

The two of them alternate their thrusts as they fuck me from both ends, Knox driving forward when Roman draws back, the twins working in tandem to deliver both rapture and ruin. I whimper around Roman’s cock as Knox’s motions suddenly pause, the cold sensation of lube dribbling between my cheeks sending a flurry of chills racing across my skin. His thumb swirls it around my back hole, easing it inside, and I shudder a sharp gasp around Roman’s dick that has me swallowing him deeper.

“Fuck,” he hisses, fingers tightening in the strands of my hair.

I relax my muscles to let Knox in my ass, moaning as he starts pumping his thumb in and out. He adds more lube, pressing a second finger past the ring of muscle to stretch me, the coil in my belly winding tight again as he buries himself in my pussy while Roman savagely fucks my face, saliva dribbling down my chin.

“She can take more, can’t you, Eliza?” Roman asks, arching a devilish brow.

I blink up at him in a daze as he pulls out of my mouth, dropping down to sit on the bed and hauling me up onto his lap. My nipples scrape across his muscular chest as he positions my body to straddle his waist, lining his tip up with my opening and sinking inside. I moan at the stretch, flinging my arms around his neck and holding on tight while he pushes in deeper, filling me up. His fingers sink into the soft flesh of my hips to direct my movements, bouncing me up and down on his length, then I feel Knox move in close behind me, my pulse taking off at a gallop. His hands start kneading my ass cheeks, the velvety crown of his cock gliding between them.

“Deep breath, wife. You can take it,” Roman coaxes, stilling his own movements as Knox starts pressing against my back hole.

The air rushes from my lungs as he inches inside, the feeling of fullness unlike anything I ever could’ve anticipated or imagined. My fingernails dig into the flesh of Roman’s thick shoulders, my breath coming out in short pants as Knox rocks in and out, sinking deeper with each languid stroke until his hips press against my ass as he sheathes himself completely. Intense pleasure riots through my veins, eyes rolling back as Roman rolls his hips and they both start moving inside me. One retreats as the other thrusts, alternating their rhythm, stretching and filling me like never before. Friction builds between my clit and Roman’s groin with every deep grind from Knox, my legs shaking, breath coming out in short pants.

They’re both sobig, but as the pressure builds, pain blurs to pleasure, pushing me to the edge of oblivion. My orgasm barrels down on me like an impending storm, pussy and ass clenching around them as their names fall from my lips like a prayer.So good. I never could’ve imagined it’d be thisgoodto be pinned between them as they ruthlessly fuck both of my holes. The twins’ muscles tense and strain beneath their sweat-slicked skin as they press me tighter between their bodies, their thrusts turning wilder as we all race to the edge of release.

I’m the first to leap from the cliff, both men groaning as my body clenches around them and I cry out in ecstasy. A heartbeat later, they both follow almost in perfect synchronicity, their dicks swelling inside me and the heat of their cum filling me.

Knox wraps a hand around the column of my neck, fingers flexing as he wrenches my head sideways and pulls my mouth to his. I gasp against his lips, pulse fluttering as he licks past the seam of my own, solidifying his claim over me with a filthy hot kiss.

Roman circles his tongue around my nipple, as his brother ravages my mouth, and the moment Knox releases me, Roman grabs me by the face, turning it toward his and crushing his lips against mine.

What was it I said before, about kissing being too intimate?

Because kissing often leads to feelings, and this was supposed to be purely transactional.

But itisn’t.

Not anymore.

32

KNOX

“So which one of you fucked the waitress?” Eliza asks, peeking over the top of the book in her hands.

We’re lounging in the study, rain pounding against the oversized window panes as a storm rages outside. There’s a fire in the hearth to chase away the chill, and my pussy-whipped brother allowed Eliza to bring the dogs inside, the two of them curled at her feet as she rests sideways against the arm of the leather sofa opposite me. Roman is positioned on the couch across from us, and at her question, he lowers his own book with a frown.

“When?”

“That first dinner with Anton and Cherie,” she clarifies.

My brother cuts me a glare, stress tightening his jaw. “You told her I fucked the waitress?” he grits out.

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