Page 130 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
“Please…” she begs, looking over her shoulder at Freddie. His gaze meets hers. “Please, Daddy, I want you to come.”
“Fuck,” I growl, those words making my damn balls draw tight.
Then she looks at Tommy. “Come for me, Tommy.”
Tommy growls as she pulls me down to meet her mouth.
“You too, Rush,” she whispers. “I want you to come for me too.”
“With pleasure, baby.” I kiss her. “Open your mouth,” I tell her, and she doesn’t hesitate. So I lift my leg, prop my ankle on the arm of the couch next to my brother, and grab Nora by the hair, pushing her to meet my cock with one hand while stroking my cock with the other.
“C-coming,” Tommy cries out as Freddie groans, “No, please…I’m going to come…”
I let out a deep groan as my orgasm comes hard and fast. I stumble a bit, but manage to get my cock in her mouth.
Time stops as I let the ecstasy fill me. I ease my grip in her hair, not wanting to hurt her.
She swallows me down as Tommy moans and Freddie curses.
Freddie’s the first to vacate her, and she falls back on the couch, my cock slipping from her mouth. Tommy nearly falls over backward, his legs shaking. I catch his back and help right him.
Freddie pulls Nora into his arms, holding her tight, and for a moment, I can’t help but watch them. She whispers something to him that only he can hear, but whatever it is, it has his whole body loosening.
I collapse on the couch in front of her, Tommy behind me, catching his breath.
I lean in to kiss her, tasting some stray cum of mine on her lips.
“I love you,” I say without thought.
“I love you too,” she says. “All of you.”
She reaches for Tommy, and I don’t hesitate to move so he can kiss her.
Freddie is the last to speak his endearments as I settle between them, resting my head on her stomach. Tommy curls beside her, laying his head on her thigh. It’s not the most comfortable fit, but, it feels right.
The three of us, together. With our girl.
Suddenly, exhaustion hits me. And as sleep comes for me, I think nothing can ever destroy this perfect day and night.
Until the door is thrown open.
Until my name is called in anger, waking me from my momentary bliss.
“You fucking asshole, Rush!”
I tense, and I know the others hear him too.
Alcohol or not, my first instinct is Nora. I need to protect Nora. If he sees her…
Tommy doesn’t speak, but I feel him tense, feel his anxiety and fear as if it were my own.
“What the fuck are you yelling about?” Freddie calls, and then I feel him and Nora tense.
Her face looks as terrified as I feel. It’s not a dream. It’s not a nightmare, this…
This is really happening.
When she breathes his name, I know everything is about to shatter.
