Page 68 of Bloody Desecration

“Take me in your mouth,” I instructed her. I inhaled sharply the moment her mouth opened and took me in, and my body grew hotter than fire when she started to bob that head along my length.

I always forgot how amazing it felt. It was as if every time I was with her, she was constantly reminding me of it.

I smoothed down her hair, murmuring, “That’s right. Suck me dry, Brianna.” I struggled—in vain—to let her set the pace, to resist the urge I had to fuck that mouth like I’d seen Rick doing before. This girl made it so very difficult to keep calm. My eternal composure flew out of the window wherever she was concerned.

Angling my head down at her, I watched her bob along my length, my cock disappearing inside her mouth. My heart beat like a drum in my chest, and I could not resist the urge any longer; I started to rock my hips, fucking that mouth like it was the oasis I needed after wandering the desert for so long.

Fuck, she felt so good. Better than good. No adjective was adequate enough to describe just how perfect she was, nor could anything describe the way she made me feel. I was still a grieving widow while outside this house, but inside it… let’s just say I made the most of my time with Brianna.

I was lost to the high only Brianna could give me, chasing my release in that tight, wet mouth. My hand gripped the back of her head, a brace to help her deal with the force of my cock ramming itself into her throat.

My balls clenched, the pressure becoming too much to bear in my lower half. I jerked my hips forward and thrust my cock deep into her throat as that pressure released the only way it could. Cum shot from my tip, right into her throat, and I didn’t care if she gagged. She’d swallow me down in my entirety, take every last drop I gave her, and then she’d beg for more.

I didn’t linger inside that mouth once the orgasm ended; I pulled out and commanded, “On the bed, now. I want to see you get Rick’s and Gareth’s cocks hard again, and then I want you to lay down for me.”

Brianna nodded once, licking her lips as she got to her feet. “Yes, Daddy.” She turned and crawled back on the bed, and she moved to the nearest cock first: Rick’s. She straddled him, and even though his cock had gotten quite the workout already, she sunk down on him and took him inside her once again.

Rick’s head leaned back against the headboard, and he squeezed his eyes shut, muttering, “What the fuck. My dick is going to be so sore—not that I’m complaining. A sore dick ain’t a terrible problem to have—”

“Rick,” I growled out, “silence. You’re talking far too much.”

With a single nod, Rick spoke solemnly, “Yes, right. Sorry… Daddy.” Even though his cock was inside Brianna and she was rocking up and down on it, he cracked a smile and glanced at Gareth, who’d actually laughed at that.

Yes, Garethlaughedlike Rick had made the funniest joke he’d ever heard. I didn’t think I’d ever heard Gareth laugh at anything Rick said before.

Oh, these two. I would murder them if they didn’t shut up about it.

Okay, no, I wouldn’t, but I’d think about it.

“Get off him,” I told Brianna. “And come here.” I worked on undoing my shirt, button after button until it was completely undone, and then I tore it off me, letting it fall to the floor. I kicked off my pants before helping Brianna adjust on the edge of the bed, getting her exactly where I wanted her.

“What?” Gareth’s voice sounded annoyed, and his brown eyebrows came together. “She didn’t ride me—”

“Yes, well, you both are insufferable, so I think I’m just going to fuck her,” I muttered, pulling her to the edge of the bed, one of her legs on either side of me. Gareth complained more, but I didn’t listen. I pushed inside Brianna, moaning when I filled her up. “Now, Brianna, let’s show them how it’s done.”

And that’s precisely what we did.

Chapter Twenty-Four – Brianna

Let’s just say having a foursome with three guys was… a lot of cocks to pay attention to. A lot of weird positions too, since one guy was related to the other two. No dicks could touch, blah, blah, blah—although, if they did, a part of me would think it’s hot.

But Gareth had made his opinions on that known before, so it wouldn’t happen. Cue the sadness.

Of course, there wasn’t really any time to be sad when your body was bent every which way and you were so full of cum your thighs were stained with it and you had the constant taste of it in your mouth. Nah, being sad while having your fill of dick was impossible.

Were they my boyfriends? I didn’t really know what to consider them, but I knew one thing for sure: I loved them. I loved them all, and that was why, after we were all tuckered out, when we lay on the bed together, I decided to say it.

Yeah, yeah, I know what I said before: I’d planned on keeping those words to myself for a while longer, but since the three of them were here together, I figured this was one way of saying it again without committing to telling one of them first.

“I love you,” I spoke out loud, staring right at the ceiling. Gareth was on my right, laying on his side, his head on my pillow beside me. Rick was directly on my left, and he cuddled against my body, holding onto me even though he’d done plenty of that during our sex-capades. Alistair was on Rick’s other side, sitting up, his back against the headboard, his head back and his eyes closed.

But when I said those words, all three of them stared at me. I’d heard Gareth say it, and Rick had told it to me many times before. The only one I’d never heard say it was Alistair, and maybe that was why, before Gareth and Rick had the chance to say it in return, Alistair ordered, “Out. Both of you. Take your clothes and go wait in the pool house. Give me a minute with her.”

Rick and Gareth didn’t appear too happy—and that was evident enough when Gareth said, “Whatever you say… Daddy.” He smirked and rolled off the bed, getting to his feet and grabbing his clothes. He walked out with a wink in my direction.

Alistair sighed. “I will never hear the end of it, I fear.”

As he got off the bed, Rick tossed Alistair a knowing look. “You kind of opened yourself up to it. You definitely won’t hear the end of it, from me or the kid.” He walked to where his clothes had been left and bent to pick them up.

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