Page 17 of Sasha’s Bounties

A deep rumble fills the room and a puff of warm air ruffles my hair just before his hand covers mine.

“Like this, little female,” he growls as his fingers deftly flick the closure open and suddenly his long, hot length thrusts into my palm.

Holy shit! He’shuge!

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, he’s huge all over—both of them are—so of course his dick would be proportionate to his…er, size. But by earth men standards?So, fucking big!

My fingers barely close around his girth when another snarl fills the room.

“Move, brother.”

A second later Brettin disappears from above me and Vruk takes his place. His shirt is gone too and—I swallow when my eyes dart downward—so are his pants.

His face is pinched with impatience, making him look very much like Brettin, although he still can’t pull off the level of bitch face his brother can. Leaning low over me, Vruk’s hands go to my knees, and he gently eases my legs apart.

Inhaling deeply, his eyes slide closed. When they open again, they fix on me and his lips curl up at the corners. “Good enough to eat,” he rumbles before hooking his arms under my legs and spreading me wide before descending on my pussy like a starving man.

My hips arch off the bed the moment his eager tongue slicks up the center of me, sparking jolts of electricity throughout my body.

“Oh…oh, shit!”I gasp.

He laps at me, dragging his tongue through my folds and over my sensitive clit before dipping deep inside. My hands find his head and I thread my fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. Pulling him down, grinding against his mouth to meet every swipe of his talented tongue.

“V-Vruk,” I gasp when he makes tight circles around my clit, sending my hips rocketing off the bed. He watches me and arches one of his thick brows.

“You like this?” he asks just before his lips curl around the tight little nub,and he sucks.

“Aaaahhhh!”

I’m sent headfirst into an intense orgasm that has my body shaking like I’ve just been hit with a livewire.

Brettin growls low next to my ear. Taking a shaky breath, I turn toward him only to get an eyeful of his giant cock. It’s hard as steel as he lazily runs his fist along its length, up and down, from glistening crown to base.

God, I’m not sure which I want to watch more? Vruk feasting on my pussy he’s edging toward another mind-blowing orgasm, or Brettin handling his cock.

I catch myself licking my lips when my eyes zero in on a pearly drop of pre-come wetting the tip. I’ve never particularly loved giving head, but all of a sudden, my mouth is watering for a taste of him.

“Open for me,Imuri,” Brettin rumbles quietly, bringing his hips closer to me.

Vruk pauses in his ministrations to watch as I reach out, wrapping my fingers around Brettin’s rigid length. God, I always snorted at the termvelvet covered steel, but holy shit if that’s not exactly how he feels in my hand. His skin is soft, with just the slightest give as I start a slow pump of my hand.

Spreading his knees wider, Brettin starts a slow roll with his hips in time with my fist. His eyes slide closed and his chin tips back.

“Yes,” he hisses through his teeth.

“How does her hand feel on you?” Vruk asks from between my legs.

“Mmm, much like how she must taste.”

“Perfection.”

“Perfection.”

CHAPTERNINE

Vruk

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