Page 10 of Not a Pawn

Lifting Harlow from his lap he forces her to stand so he can divest her of the last scraps of clothing. Her tanned skin is on full display for our pleasure. Julian scoots back on the bed until he is lying in the center, divested of all his clothes, running his hand over his erection as he stares at her.

“Get on the bed, Harlow,” I demand in her ear. I watch as a shiver works its way through her body. “Julian is waiting for you.”

She shakes her head. “This isn’t right,” she mumbles even as she stares at my brother’s hand running over his erect cock.

I turn her to look at me. “What is bothering you? Is it because we both want you? Do you prefer one of us over the other?”

“No, no…” She shakes her head.

“Then what is the problem, Harlow?” Sebastian asks.

“You’re my bosses, sort of. And I’m … and you’re…”

“What are you?” I ask a hint of anger in my voice.

“Fat, okay? I’m fat and you are both gorgeous.”

A scream falls from her lips as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her toward my brother. I can see the anger at her words written across his face as well. I’m done with this fucking conversation.

When I place her on the bed, it’s with her thighs spread, barely above my brother’s cock. She has a second to orient herself before he thrusts himself up into her while I push her hips down. The moan that falls from her lips is like music to my ears.

I slap her ass hard enough to force a yelp from her.

“Say something bad about yourself again and you’ll regretit.”

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More, Please

Harlow

The moment his fat cock slips inside me I know I am done for. Right now, I don’t care if he is fucking me because he feels sorry for the fat girl or whether it’s simply a convenience fuck, I am going to get the most out of this situation before it is over.

“Fuck!” Julian roars beneath me, the muscles in his neck straining.

He doesn’t shift or even breathe below me and doesn’t allow me to move either. Sebastian presses his chest against my back before whispering in my ear.

“Ride him, princess. Fuck my brother like you never want to stop.”

“Sebastian,” his brother grits out. “Give me a fucking minute.”

“No.” His reply is final as he uses his hands to lift me before slamming me down again. “Fuck her like we have both been dreaming of since the moment we saw her. And when you’re done, I will get my chance.”

Julian glares at his brother but doesn’t move. I clamp my inner muscle down on him to focus his attention on me.

“Julian,” I whimper.

“Shit.”

He replaces his brother’s hands with his own, holding me firmly in place while he spears up into me. I can’t remember ever being manhandled like this and I love it. Moans fall from my lips as he thrusts into me over and over.

“Look at these pretty tits bounce,” Sebastian says, cupping my breasts from behind, his cock rubbing against myass.

When did he get naked? How did I miss that? His lips trail along the side of my throat and I can’t help but lean back, my hands tangling in his hair.

“Harlow,” Julian moans beneath me and I snap my hips forward, taking him deeper than he has been until now. “Fuck, that feels good, baby.”

I feel Sebastian’s cock nudging at my back entrance, and I freeze.

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