Page 69 of Stepbrothers

She whimpered.

“Fuck, I’m not far off,” Hugh said, his voice strained. “Slow isn’t my normal pace.”

“So don’t do it.” She clutched his shoulders. “Don’t go slow.” Her ass was smarting, her pussy wet, and her body barely felt like hers the need inside was so great.

Hugh closed his eyes and moaned when he hit full depth.

“He’s in,” she gasped. “Ohh, finger me, fuck me.”

Hugh was still for a moment, his nostrils flaring. Then he opened his eyes. “With pleasure.”

It seemed her words were like a red rag to a bull. He withdrew then thrust back in, repeated the action, then again and again.

Parker worked industriously at her clit. Rubbing over it and around it, building up the pressure in her pelvis. It was hot, volcanic, and white-hot fingers of pleasure were already piercing through her.

Hugh grunted on each forward thrust, his body bashing against Parker’s fingers. Sweat slicked over their flesh.

“Fuck.” Hugh suddenly pulled out. “I’m too close, Parker.”

“Not a problem.” Parker’s cock was there, and in an instant, had replaced Hugh’s.

Clarice groaned, lost to pleasure, lost to the desperate need to come.

She sensed Hugh taking over rubbing her clit. Parker gripping her hip and ramming into her.

“Oh. Oh, I’m coming,” she cried, the sound echoing through her mind.

“Yes, come,” Hugh said excitedly.

“Me fucking…too.” Parker steamed into her.

She came, hard, fast, intense. The pleasure bursting through her body was like wildfire. The pressure releasing in the most blissful way imaginable as her pussy gripped Parker’s cock. Hard brutal spasms that stole her sense of time and place. “Oh. Oh. Yes…”

Parker moaned, his breath hot and heavy at her ear.

“Fuck, let me in,” Hugh said. “Or I’m gonna come just from watching her face as she orgasms.”

His words barely registered in Clarice’s mind. But now there was another steely hard cock jabbing at her entrance.

Parker’s cock was out. Hugh plundered into her.

She wailed. Loving the solidity of his body on her clit and his cock thrusting deep.

“Keep coming,” Parker said. “Come around Hugh’s cock, too.”

She didn’t have to try. Her pussy was still pulsing through aftershocks and now hugging Hugh’s cock over and over. Slickness coated her thighs and pussy, and her clit was quivering with pleasure.

“Ah yeah, fuck…I’m coming.” Hugh stilled deep within her. Held his breath for a few sweeter than sweet seconds, then came in several hard, bone-shuddering thrusts.

“Hugh.” She clasped his cheeks and drew him in for a kiss.

His mouth was slack, he was lost to his orgasm, but then his tongue searched for hers, and he moaned throatily.

Parker pushed her hair from her sweat-damp nape and kissed her neck.

She trembled, the most delicious, honey-coated shiver to ever wend its way through her body. The long, deep, satisfying orgasm was still tapping up her spine and stroking over her scalp.

What the hell had these two men done to her?

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