Page 10 of Guilty as Sin

"I want this," she says firmly.

I lean down to capture Zoe's mouth in a fierce kiss, feeling Karl's hands already moving to remove what's left of her clothing. My brother and I make quick work of undressing, desperate to feel her bare beneath us, her body a canvas we're desperate to paint with pleasure.

CHAPTER 8

KARL

Iwaste no time picking up where Rolf left off. Within seconds, I lose myself in Zoe's taste, her sweetness flooding my senses as I devour her pussy with hungry, deliberate strokes. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, and I can feel the exact moment any remaining uncertainty transforms into surrender. She arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against my mouth, silently begging for more.

Above me, Rolf guides himself between her parted lips. Our eyes meet briefly over the landscape of her body, and a silent understanding passes between us. This isn't competition—it's collaboration, a symphony of pleasure we're conducting together.

"That's it, baby girl,” I murmur against her slick flesh, sliding two fingers inside her as I focus my tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her gasp around my brother's length. "Let go for us."

Her hands grasp at the sheets, knuckles white with tension as she writhes between us. The scent of her arousal, the sound of her muffled moans, the sight of her taking my brother so eagerly—it's almost too much to bear. My own need throbs painfully, but I force myself to focus on her pleasure first.

"She's close," Rolf says, his voice strained as he gently strokes Zoe's hair. The tenderness in the gesture makes something twist in my chest, something beyond lust, beyond possession.

I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her thighs clench around my head. Her release hits like a tidal wave—powerful, all-consuming, inevitable. I hold her steady through it, drinking in every tremor, every pulse, every broken sound she makes.

When she finally collapses back against the pillows, chest heaving, I rise above her. Her eyes are half lidded, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with pleasure, and something that looks remarkably like wonder.

"That was just the beginning," I promise, brushing damp hair from her forehead. "We've got all night to show you exactly what it means to be with both of us."

Rolf slides beside her, his hand tracing patterns on her stomach. "Only if you want this, Zoe," he says, always the voice of reason, even when his desire is evident in every tense line of his body. "Say the word, and we stop."

Her answer is to reach for both of us, one hand wrapped around me, the other pulling Rolf down for a kiss that leaves no doubt about her decision.

"I want everything," she whispers against his lips, her eyes finding mine over his shoulder. "Show me everything."

And in that moment, I know with absolute certainty that what we've found here isn't just about physical pleasure. It's something far more rare, more precious—and potentially more dangerous to our carefully ordered lives. But as Zoe guides me toward her, as Rolf watches with heated intensity, I can't bring myself to care about the consequences.

Some risks are worth taking. And Zoe Mitchum is definitely worth it.

I position myself at her entrance, the heat of her nearly unbearable against my throbbing cock. When I push inside, the sensation is so overwhelming I have to pause, to breathe, to regain control. Her body welcomes me like she was made for this—for us.

"God, Karl," she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. "You feel so good."

Rolf watches us, his eyes dark with desire, his hand slowly stroking himself. There's something profoundly intimate about having him witness this moment, something that heightens every sensation.

I begin to move, setting a rhythm that makes Zoe gasp with each thrust. "Watch her, Rolf," I manage to say between labored breaths. "Look how beautifully she is taking me."

My brother shifts closer, his hand coming up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. The dual stimulation makes her cry out, her inner walls clenching around me.

"I want to feel you come again," I tell her, driving deeper, harder. "And then I want to watch you fuck my brother."

The words have their intended effect. Zoe's eyes fly open, locking with mine as her body tenses. I can feel her release building, can see it in the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lips part on silent pleas.

"That's it," I encourage, reaching between us to circle her clit. "Let go for me, sweetheart."

When she comes, it's with a shuddering cry that might be my name, Rolf's, or perhaps both tangled together. I follow her over the edge, unable to hold back as her body pulses around mine. The pleasure is blinding and consuming, leaving me gasping as I empty myself inside her.

I fall beside her, my breath mingling with the air, as Rolf moves in to take my place between her inviting thighs. There'sno jealousy, just a pure, natural harmony as he slides into her with a tenderness that resonates with my emotions.

"Is this okay?" he whispers, always the cautious one.

Her response is immediate and primal. She wraps her legs around his waist, drawing him closer and deeper. "More than okay," she gasps, her voice a sultry whisper of approval.

I stroke her hair as my brother makes love to her, her perfect body writhing in ecstasy between us. The sight is almost too much to bear—watching her take my brother so deeply while I caress her flushed skin. Her eyes meet mine, half lidded and hazy with pleasure, and I feel something shift inside me. This is more than just physical release. This is a connection on a level I never thought possible.

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