Page 62 of The Broken Queen
“Good fucking girl.”
My arm was a tight band under her tits, holding her to me as I glanced at my brother. “Gio, come here. Need you to slide into her cunt, as she mentioned, you’re bigger than me. Slide inside her, let her come on your cock while I finish inside her.”
He moved without hesitating, sliding his hand over his length to ensure it was nice and hard. Once he was close enough, he began sliding his tip through her soaked pussy lips until he was granite once more.
“I need to come,” she begged while her fingers went to Gio’s shoulders. I froze in place behind her while my brother sat back on his heels and helped her somewhat straddle him. I hadn’t pulled out, so I moved with her as she adjusted over him. She began moving her hips over him while I adjusted myself behind her. Each time sherotated forward, I thrust up, driving my cock deeper. I was seconds from coming.
“That’s it, Elvis,” Gio praised while pressing his thumb to her bottom lip. “Slide that aching pussy over my cock.”
My hands were on her waist, holding her for leverage. The two of them moved slowly, but the way her head pressed back into my shoulder, I knew she was enjoying it.
With my lips at her ear, I whispered, “Make a mess of his cock, so I can hear that pretty, desperate begging sound you make. I’m so hard it hurts, Presley. So fucking hard and so ready to come, be a good girl and go first.”
Her breathing was ragged as she dug her nails into my brother’s shoulders, but her hips moved back and forth over my brother’s cock fast enough that she began to cry out, and right as she did, I shoved my face into her shoulder with a cry of my own. I exploded inside her, and I felt like my soul had left my body while her tight hole caressed my length like a velvet glove.
“Well shit, I’m about to—” my brother said in a rush. With Presley still on top of him, he suddenly thrust up and let out a deep groan, coming for the second time.
We all worked to regulate our breathing as Gio slowly pulled out of her first, and then ever so slowly, I began to do the same.
Once we were out, Presley laid down on her quilt, making her dark hair fan behind her. Her fingers gently touched her pussy, and then farther back to her ass.
“I’m a mess,” she sighed.
“Let me get you something to clean you up, Elvis,” Gio offered while climbing off the bed. He pulled his boxers back over his softening erection. Presley shifted in bed, crawling up to the pillows, and turning so she faced me.
“You going back to the barn?”
I tucked away a sweaty piece of her hair while Gio returned, and he began gently cleaning her up by lifting her thigh and gently rubbing the cloth through her pussy. It reminded me that while shewas only using us, my brother was desperately trying to win her back. I had lost hope that she’d want that, but maybe I could help get things back to where they were.
“Do you want me to?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know the answer to that.”
“But I already fucked you with my mediocre dick, what else do you want?” I joked.
Her eyes searched mine, and she was about to open her mouth, but she slammed it shut seconds later.
“Nothing. You can go. Gio will stay with me.”
She turned on her side and held her hand out for my brother. “Will you hold me tonight?”
He smiled down at her, completely in love, then slid under the covers with her.
“Always, Elvis.”
I knew she was just pushing me away, but it felt too awkward to stay after she’d just said that. Instead, I got up, picked up my clothes, and went to my room in the house. I shut and locked the door before lying face-first in the bed and passing out.
Chapter 22
Gio
Ifinally had her to myself, and I wasn’t stupid enough to question her motives or care that she was trying to piss King off.
She was hurt, and playing a game with us. We were the chess pieces, but she was still the queen, and I didn’t give a fuck how she wanted us to move around as long as she still wanted us. Or at least me.
I had held her to me all night and enjoyed every fucking second of it.
The moment she began to stir in the morning, she smiled at me for five glorious seconds.
