Page 9 of The Club Princess

I flutter around my father’s cock at the imaginary Gage painted.

“Please,” I whimper.

My brother smirks, looking behind me. “Please what, Princess? Use your words.”

I’m pushed forward, my arms wrapping around Gage’s neck as my father’s hands slide under my knees. He lifts me up before dropping me back on his cock as he thrusts up.

“Ahhhhh,”I scream. The pleasurable pain from the stretch of his girth has my vision spotting.

Gage swipes the hair off my forehead, pressing soft kisses along my face. “You have to be quieter, princess.”

I whimper as my father continues to pummel my pussy, my nails clawing into Gage’s neck. “Oh god. Oh my god.”

“Fuck, she’s strangling my cock,” my father groans.

Gage laughs. “It’s been a minute since you’ve broken in such young cunt, hasn’t it?”

I feel him twitching inside me, and I gasp, dropping my head onto my brother’s shoulder. His hands drift between us, rubbing at my clit.

My head snaps back to stare at him. “No, no.” It’s too much, I can’t possibly come again.

My father grunts as I clamp down on the cock, trying to move in and out of me. “Make her come. You want my cum, baby? Milk it from me.”

I try to shake my head, but Gage devours my mouth with his, pushing his tongue in. His fingers play at my clit, making my body tremble as it starts to tighten from my impending orgasm. My father picks up his pace, his thrusts deep.

I feel him start to swell inside me, his hands tightening on my legs in bruising strength as I feel the first pulse of his cum spilling. Gage bites at my bottom lip, pinching me with his fingers in the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I jerk. The waves of pleasure crash through me as I come again, my father cursing behind me as he pushes his cum deeper with slow strokes.

Gage pulls away, leaving me panting with loud heaves. His gaze drops to where my father’s cock slips out of me, leaving my sore pussy empty and aching.

“Look at you. So full of cum you’re painting the floor with it.” Gage whispers tenderly. He kisses me again before grabbing me under my arms and pulling me into his chest. My father lets go, and I cling to Gage.

Looking behind me, I see him tuck his cock back into his pants as he walks to the desk and grabs some towels. My father pauses when he notices me watching, and I can see the swallow of his throat.

“You okay?”

I nod, nuzzling my face into Gage’s neck.

My father sighs and kneels down to our level. “Happy Birthday, Mikayla.”

Smiling, I close my eyes as Gage holds onto me, falling asleep in the comfort of his arms.

Mikayla

It’sbeenafewdays since my brother and father fucked me in the clubhouse. I had woken up alone in my bedroom at the family house with care baskets of soaking salts and instructions to take care of myself. Other than that, I hadn’t seen either of them, and I was getting more upset with each passing day since they had gone as far as taking my cell phone and any other devices.

So I was surprised when I was awoken by the sensation of something hot and wet on my breasts. Blinking, I look down at Gage suckling on my nipple on his side and his hand resting on my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, voice groggy.

His tongue flicks at the taunt bud before he kisses the skin and looks up at me. “Do you think we did it?” he says, his hand flexing.

“What? Knocked me up?”

He nods, his fingers drifting and slipping between my legs. I had only an oversized T-shirt on with no underwear. He seems to have pushed the shirt up to my collarbone, leaving me bare to the room.

“It’s too soon to tell.”

“I know.” he smiles, his eyes glittering with heat. “I guess we’ll just have to keep trying.”

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