Page 69 of Dragon Strife
Malik’s hand loosens just a fraction as he leans in, hovering his mouth over mine. “Let’s show him just how you like it, Slayer.” He releases my throat and I suck in a mouthful of air just as he lines himself up and slams into me, those piercings dragging along my inner walls.
The rough intrusion has me screaming out and I tighten my leg around Malik’s waist, bringing him in closer. His thrusts are fast and hard and his mouth sits in a firm line. I can’t tell if he’s angry with me or not, but right now, this pleasure is overriding any anxiety I would feel otherwise. I can hear Laith breathing behind me as his fingers trail down over my hip and along my ass cheek. All the while, Malik’s eyes flick from him to me as his jaw tightens.
My hand skims up back around to his face, my fingers wrapping around the short beard on his chin as I force him to look at me. “Are you fucking me or your brother?” I snarl, and when his eyes widen and his thrusts falter, Laith laughs, breaking the tension in the room. Malik slams into me and grinds against my clit as his mouth presses to mine.
“I’m fucking you, Slayer,” he says, each word against my mouth, making his beard scrape over my chin. “Who are you fucking?”
Laith’s silk-covered cock thrusts against my ass and a moan rips from my throat at the feel of them both on either side of me.
“I’m fucking you, Malik, and when we’re done, your brother is going to fuck me next.”
When I walked into my brother’s room, the same one Slayer showered in the day before, and saw them in bed together, I saw fucking red. In a haze, I stripped off my pants and removed my cut. My gun was sitting right there in the cut pocket and as long as I was armed, I couldn’t guarantee no bloodshed. I knew this was a possibility. I saw the way they were looking at each other, the way Slayer was holding his hand was proof enough, but I guess I was hoping for the chance it wouldn’t come to this.
The moment I slid into bed beside her, she opened her eyes and smiled. I wanted to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze… That is until she recognized me. Laith and I are identical, save for the scars on his cheeks, and it’s too dark in this room to see the finer details, so she could’ve mistaken us, but she didn’t.
Do I like fucking my girl with my brother watching? Yeah, I think I do. Do I like that she wants him to fuck her after we’re done? Affirmative. Only because he’ll have to fuck her with my cum inside of her, though.
I turn her onto her back and open her up wider, then I look at my brother as I pound into her, making sure her screams shake these thin walls. I want her pussy to still be aching from me when he enters her. Her pussy tightens around my cock, telling me she’s so close to that edge. I slow my thrusts, making sure to grind into her clit each time our pelvis’ meet.
“Oh, fuck, Malik. Yes!” she cries out as the column of her throat stretches and her words bounce off the ceiling. I lean forward and sink my teeth into the thin skin as she milks my cock, loving the fact that she’s taking everything I give her. “Come inside of me,” she begs.
As my balls tighten, my body wanting to give her everything she asks for, I stare into my brother’s eyes and make sure he knows the moment I claim her as mine. It’s primal, fucking feral, but he gives me a nod as my cum shoots deep inside of her.
Laith and I haven’t been in the same room, let alone the same bed, since we were young children. The last time we came remotely close, I shot him in the face, and even though I would like nothing more than to do it again, I want Slayer to be happy. Could she be the miracle Laith and I need to bring us back together?
I pull out of her and lean forward to run my tongue along the bite mark on her throat, and chuckle when she hisses at the sting. I drag my tongue up and over her chin to drive it into her mouth in a searing, possessive kiss. She gives it right back as her hands slip into the thick strands of my hair to haul me closer. I couldn’t imagine ever sharing a woman I care about like this, but Slayer has a way of making us all feel equal and wanted.
As she catches her breath, I roll out of bed and grab my pants, hauling them on while keeping an eye on my brother. He’s watching Slayer closely, his eyes heated with passion. I can see he has restraint, and he’s not pouncing on her without her consent, which is sweet. I gag at the thought and head to the chair in front of the bed.
“Do you need me to tag you in?” I ask him as Slayer turns her head to look at him, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. “Take that shirt off, Slayer,” I demand. “I want to see those titties bounce as my brother’s little dick fucks you.”
Slayer sits up on the bed and gives me an eye roll as her hair billows down around her shoulders. She pulls off her shirt, making her full tits bounce with the motion. The two bars pierced through her nipples always fill me with pride when I see them, knowing I put them there. She trusted me to do that. She moves up to her knees and turns to face my brother and reaches for one of his hands to guide it to her breast. Once his palm comes in contact with her skin, he becomes a totally different person and I lean back in the chair to watch the show.
Laith’s large hands wrap around Slayer’s waist and he lifts her to straddle him on the bed. I smile at the sight of her glistening thighs, knowing my seed is marking her first. She grinds down onto his cock, hissilkboxers absorbing the cum leaking from her pussy and making his cock jerk at the contact. I wonder how long he’ll last and when the last time he enjoyed a woman was. He’s always been the righteous one, never wanting to use a woman or make anyone feel unimportant. I would imagine having a moral compass like that makes it difficult to fuck bunnies and strippers for a night.
He leans up on the bed and captures a pierced nipple in his mouth, making Slayer tip her head back with a moan. Was it a little forced? Too exaggerated? Her hair swings down around her bare ass, the plump globes flexing as she grinds down again.
“Take his boxers off, Slayer,” I instruct. “Let’s see just how identical we are.”
“Don’t be jealous when you see it.” Laith snickers, making Slayer look over her shoulder at me with a grin.
“Go on.” I nod to her.
She shifts down his legs, dragging the delicate material with her, and when his cock pops free, angry and swollen, I huff with disappointment. Looks like we’re identical after all, except the pussy doesn’t have the same adornments as me.
Slayer must have the same thought as she looks at me and says, “All he needs are three piercings.”
I roll my eyes as she settles between his legs, preparing to suck his cock but blocking my view. I get up from the chair and walk around the side of the bed in time to see her lick the top of his head as it jerks against her tongue. Watching my brother being intimate with my girl isn’t as weird as I thought it would be. I’m sort of detached from it all. She sucks him deep into her throat, and my cock swells at the sight, knowing exactly how that feels. He pushes in farther, making her gag, the sound forcing my hands into my pockets. I’m not sure if I want to push her hair aside or punch him in the nuts.
She moans as her saliva runs down his shaft and works her hand around the base, sucking and jerking in tandem. Laith’s thighs tighten and his jaw clenches. All the things I do just before I shoot a load. How fucking embarrassing would it be for him to come into her mouth and not get the chance to feel the grip of her pussy? So I do him a favor and slip my hand in her hair to pull her mouth off his dick.
Relief is clear on my brother’s face as I say, “I want to see that cum-filled pussy stretching over his cock.”
He reaches into his side table to take out a condom, the foil crinkling in the silent room. I’m glad for it because I don’t know where he’s been and Slayer doesn’t either. She doesn’t dispute it when he rolls it down his length, nor does she inform him that she’s on birth control, and for some reason, it makes the experience we had even more special. I know it’s not healthy to stand here and watch my girl get fucked by my brother and compare every moment of it, but I don’t care.
Slayer rises over his cock as he positions it at her pussy, and it’s me she looks at while she sinks down over it. I wanted to watch her be stretched, but I have to admit, I like it more that she’s watching me as she takes my brother in one thrust. That’s how well my cum is working.
I break eye contact and move back to the chair, wanting a front-row seat to all the action. Laith’s got a white-knuckled grip on her waist, making me chuckle. He’s not going to last much longer, and I know just how tight that pussy grips. I sit back in the chair as my heart beats a mile a minute, and watch her pussy bounce over his cock. The moans coming from her mouth and the sounds of my cum inside of her fill the room with a symphony of pleasure. My cock is hard once again, begging for what it thinks belongs to him. Only now we’re sharing with one more.
