She spread her legs wider, exposing her wet pussy to him as he settled between her thighs.
“You said you’re on birth control?” Damon referred to the conversation they had at the hotel, and she nodded. “I’m not pulling out.”
Her horniness overrode her senses and made her say, “I don’t want you to.”
Damon smirked before exchanging a glance with his brother. Taeja looked from him to Zain. Zain’s deliciously naked body was above her. She’d been so entranced by Damon, she hadn’t realized when Zain came this close. The first thing she noticed was that they were both circumcised. Zain’s dick was longer than Damon’s, and it had more girth.
“Suck,” Zain ordered.
Taeja didn’t want to be told twice.
She licked away the drop of cum and took him into her mouth. His dick had a slight trace of soap, but she didn’t care as it flooded her senses.
He pushed until he hit the back of her throat, taking advantage of how her head hung off the edge of the bed. Zain used her mouth to his pleasure while Damon attached his lips to her pussy, eating her into oblivion.
Taeja was a moaning, choking mess while the brothers overstimulated her.
Bruising her throat. Licking her pussy. Using her to their disposal like they should’ve done that night.
Zain’s breathy groans were like music to her ears, coaxing her to suck him harder and faster and swirl her tongue around the tip in whichever way gave him more pleasure. When he hit the back of her throat, she’d swallow, wanting to accept him as far as she could. She couldn’t take him down to the base, but she took as much as possible.
Spit dribbled down her cheeks that were stretched so wide, they hurt.
Tears poured from her eyes, but it wasn’t from pain.
It was from how good Damon’s tongue was to her.
Swirling around her sensitive clit. Thrusting into her dripping hole. Sending sensations throughout her entire body.
This was the highest peak of ecstasy. Taeja had never felt this good before.
She came twice on Damon’s tongue, but that wasn’t long enough for Zain to come. Her jaw was locking up, but she was no quitter. She wanted to please them just as they pleased her.
Taeja felt the absence of Damon’s talented tongue before he roughly thrust his dick inside her with no warning, making her back arch off the bed as she choked around Zain’s dick.
“Fuck,” Damon hissed. “You’re so tight.”
The unfiltered compliment made her pussy throb.
She whimpered as Damon worked himself to a hilt inside her before giving her time to adjust. At the same time, Zain pulled out of her mouth, and she inhaled a big gulp of air. Her throat stung, but the less tense expression on Zain’s face madeit worth it.
She watched through teary eyes as Zain stepped backward. The curious part of her wanted to know if he was going to leave, but she had no time to phrase her question.
Damon started to roughly fuck her pussy.
She could feel him hitting her at a place that had never been touched before. In, out. In, out. He punished her with pleasure. Damon bruised her walls as she soared on the highway to heaven.
His hands were on her waist, tugging her down on him as she met his strokes. Her hands gripped at the sheets and her moans reigned unfiltered. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place as they enjoyed this mutual high.
“Oh, God,” Taeja moaned, moving a hand between them.
Damon grabbed her wrist and pinned both her arms above her head. “You can take it.”
His touch sent a ripple down her spine, making her walls flutter around his dick. Damon’s thrusts were hard, fast, merciless. This hint of pain was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt. This loud mix of moans and curses that escaped her mouth was nothing if not gibberish.
“Damon,” she cried as Zain faded from her peripheral. Not wanting to see if he was leaving, she snapped her eyes shut. She couldn’t bear breaking her heart a second time.
Damon’s hands moved from her wrists, and his fingers locked with hers. His voice came out as a raspy whisper in her ear as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Show me your eyes, baby.”