Page 42 of Milked

“He can hear us, too?”

“Oh yes, it wouldn’t be the same without our delicious noises.”

“What’s after that?” I asked.

“Father will play with you for a while as you’re inside me. If you’re up for it, he’ll fuck you when you’re nice and open. If you’re not, you and I will do an oral sandwich on him.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

Finn’s fingers slipped down along my ass, his fingers digging into my crease. My body heated, and my cock pulsed to his touch, making my breathing heavier.

“So fucking responsive,” he whispered. “An oral sandwich is when we suck on his cock from the sides, me on one side and you on the other. Think of our mouths and tongues, the bread, Father’s cock, the deli meat, and his cum, the condiments.”

“Oh, that’s… Oh.”

He snorted a laugh. “Well said.”

With that, he spread his hands out, pulling away my underwear from my body before tugging them off.

Once I was naked, Finn removed his shorts.

“You cleaned yourself out, right?” he asked.

“Yes, and I kept my diet limited.”

“Excellent. Now remember, you’re allowed to touch us anywhere you want.”

I simply nodded.

“Sit on the sofa, Rye.”

When I sat, Finn yanked on my legs and pulled me to where my ass was hanging off the edge of the cushion, then he spread me and kneeled between my thighs.

He bent down and pressed kisses along my thighs and groin as his hands slid up my body, taking my nipples between the pads of his fingers and pinching them hard enough to sting. The sensation was arousing, and I thrust a little for some reason.

Finn tugged on them harder, pulling a groan from me, his tongue swiping along my length, keeping his eyes on mine. My hands were at my sides, fisting the protective fabric. My toes soon curled when the tip of his tongue dug into that sensitive area right underneath the head.

“Fuck…” I rasped. Finn and Knox had a way of pulling the swearing from me. Calling this moment anything less than ‘fuck’ wouldn’t do it justice.

My nipples were burning the more he pinched and tugged, but I liked it. It allowed him to play with my cock without pushing me over the edge and ending this game before it barely began.

Finn abruptly let go of my nipples, placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, and pushed my legs back, nearly folding me in half. It dawned on me why he had me sitting so far off the couch.

I felt overly exposed to him, being so spread open, my hole for everyone to see. He eyed it with hungry green eyes, licking his lips like he was about to savor the most delicious dessert.

Finn shoved me back even more. “Hold your legs for me. Don’t let go.”

I grabbed them from behind my knees and pulled them as far as I could hold them.

“Fuck, you have such a pretty hole, Rye-baby. It’s so pink.” He ran his finger gently around the puckered muscle, which pushed more pre-cum out of me.

While I was too exposed, I was also fucking turned on. I almost felt like a piece of meat to Finn instead of a human being, and I loved it. Suddenly, I just wanted to be used in any way Knox and Finn wanted.

Finn bent down, and my hole was engulfed in the warmth of his breath and his wet tongue. It twirled in a circle, around and around, until the flat part of his tongue lapped at me, over my hole and up to my taint. A little higher, he took one of my nuts in his mouth and sucked on it.

I got lost in Finn’s expert tongue, and my body flushed with heat. I didn’t watch him rim me, instead sitting with my eyes closed, getting lost in the arousing sensation. I melted into the couch cushions as my muscles unwound.

“Look at me, Rye.”

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