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I’ve never had two at once, never thought I would, but suddenly, I want nothing more. I want to be filled to capacity until I can’t fucking breathe. Jason’s cock alone would probably do it, but I need Ghost’s, too. The thought alone has my legs shaking, my orgasm creeping up like a tidal wave ready to demolish the coast. I almost let go, almost let myself give in to the sensation, when a deep-seated growl cuts through the fog and my hand stills.
Ghost pushes his brother off, his chest heaving as he traps his cock in his fist. “That mouth, brother… Fuck.”
Jason grins and wipes the corners of his mouth between two fingers. “Surprised you could stop that time. You’re leaking like a faucet.”
“I told you,” Ghost exhales, rubbing his thumb along the tip. “I’m not coming until we’re inside her. You ready for us, little bird?”
Popping off Jason’s length, I nod and lift my hand for them to see, my fingers thoroughly coated in my juices. “Been ready. You’re not the only one who almost came.”
Ghost tilts his head to one side. “Oh, really?”
I bob my head a second time.
“Did wesayyou could come?” he questions, erasing the small amount of space between us.
Before I can so much as answer, he traps my throat in that vice-like grip and effortlessly lifts me onto my feet, a gentle yet purposely slap falling to my face promptly thereafter. The sound echoes through the library drawing lazy matching smiles across our faces. Words evade me and all I can focus on is the fact he just slapped me…and I fucking liked it.
Unsurprising in a sense. I enjoy a little pain with my pleasure. I’ve just never been with men who actually roughed me up enough for it tofeellike pain.
“You come when we say you can come. Do you understand me?” He tightens his grip as he asks this, the tips of his fingers pressing deep into the sides of my neck.
I feel gloriously lightheaded within seconds, and despite the fact he’s cutting off my air supply, my smile widens and I nod.
“Good girl. Now be our good little slut and sit on his cock.”
Two seconds later, I’m shoved onto Jason’s lap. My back falls to his chest, his large hands instantly grasping my breasts like two magnets drawn to their pairs. He squeezes and kneads as Ghost hovers over us and rips open a foil packet with his teeth. I don’t know where it came from, but I don’t bother asking. Or rather, I can’t, too consumed by the way Jason’s fingers twist and tug my nipples.
“Your tits are perfect,” Jason murmurs as he nips at the shell of my ear.“Youare fucking perfect.”
“You are,” Ghost agrees, lining his brother’s tip up to my entrance. “And we’re going to devour you whole.”
CHAPTER NINE
RAVEN
An ungodly soundrips from my throat as Jason thrusts that thick, rigid monster inside me and stretches me out. Even through the latex, I can feel every ridge,every veinas he pummels into me without reserve. My head rolls back against his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut in pure bliss.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ, she’s tight,” he grits out, biting down on the curve of my neck as he wraps his arms around me in a bear hug for more leverage.
Ghost chuckles, and I feel rather than see him sink between our legs. “Slow down, brother. I can’t taste you if you’re going full gas.”
Jason heeds his brother’s command, slowly decreasing the tempo as he laughs softly himself. “I can’t help it. She feels too good.”
“And she’s gonna feel even better when I’m in there, too. But first, she needs to be dripping.” Gliding his palms up my thighs, he lays the flat of his tongue against us and gives one long lick up to my clit.
My entire core clenches, hands falling over Jason’s as he continues playing with my breasts. “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop, please.”
“Who?” Jason asks gruffly.
“Both of you.”
“Yeah? Does that big cock feel good inside you while you get your pussy licked?”
I nod against his shoulder. “God, yes, so good.”
Ghost keeps at it for several long minutes, alternating from focusing on my clit to what feels like the spot where Jason and I connect. Each lick brings me that much closer to the precipice of ecstacy and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off before I explode. Between the kidnapping, sucking their cocks, watching them engage with one another, and now this—I’m worked up to the point of no return. The need to come is unbearable.
“Ghost, please,” I whimper, my legs trembling beneath his touch. “I need?—”
