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Her eyes go wide at the sight of my dick, and it isn't even fully hard. I cup her chin in my palm, and she trembles at my touch.

Stroking a hand over her blonde waves, I am briefly taken from the moment by a distant memory I can't quite grasp. Soft hair, my fingers are tangling in it, twisting. Laughter and smiles.

Snapping back to the present, I slide my hand to the back of her head and pull her forward. My cock is rock hard, so large next to her delicate features.

"Open wide," I say, watching her lips part, her pink tongue waiting just beyond. I'd been planning to take things slow, but I've changed my mind. I push her head down and feed my cock into her hot, little mouth in one long stroke, my tip pressing into the back of her throat, making her gag.

I let her pull back slightly, then push her on it again, deep, hard. She doesn't gag this time, and her posture stiffens with determination. Defiant blue eyes meet mine, and sensation builds in me so quickly that I have to work to keep it under control.

I'm not going to blow my load in three strokes with this girl. Wouldn't my brothers love to mock me about that?

With a couple of slow breaths, I get my shit together and settle back in the chair to enjoy the experience. "Suck my cock like it's your favorite treat, Little Sparrow."

I take another drink of Scotch while she works on me at her own pace, her tongue sliding over the bottom of my cock, her lips stretched wide around it. I've had much more skillful blow jobs but knowing that this girl is nervous adds its own thrill.

"Faster," I command, taking another drink. She complies her head bobbing over me with increasing speed. "When I come, you're going to swallow. Maybe you should have called yourself Little Swallow instead of Little Sparrow."

There's a split-second pause in her motions, but she continues to suck on me in a way that almost makes me think she likes it. It's there in her little moans and how her eyes roll as I grunt with pleasure.

I set my drink down and lean forward to guide her again. She's had it too easy for the past couple of minutes. With a firm grasp on the back of her head, I push her down on me until her lips are almost at my base and my cock jams into her throat.

One, two, three thrusts like that, and heat races along my spine. My cock stiffens, and then I push deep again, this time shooting my hot cum into her mouth and down her throat.

She takes an impressive amount, but I pull out, decorating her face and neck before I'm done.

I may not be getting the prime goods from this virgin, but I'm the first one leaving my mark.

She gazes up at me with an expression that is so uncertain it makes me pause. We've paid for this, but I don't want to see the girl cry or make what comes next impossible for her to go through .

Grabbing a napkin from the cart, I wet it with water from the jug and begin to wipe her clean. I take my time to erase every trace of what just happened, watching her chest rise and fall with the flutter of her pulse.

When she swallows, her throat works in a long nervous gulp. Pretty Sparrow is a scared little bird. And she's got a lot to be terrified about. Nate is coming next, and after that, Kylian.

"Don't worry," I say softly, even though worrying is exactly what she should be doing. And then, inexplicably, I lean in to kiss her pretty lips.

For a second, she remains frozen, but as I brush against her again, a soft breath leaves her mouth with just a hint of a moan.

And I realize with a start that she might actually enjoy what we're doing to her.

3

NATE

PAIN AND RAPTURE

When Kylian and I leave the room next door and re-enter room twenty-eight, I'm not sure what I expect to find. A girl weeping on the floor, maybe? But as I squint through my mask, I see she's on a chair in the corner. Lyle's standing by the bar cart, gulping down a drink. He looks smug, and his pants are undone.

Our sparrow looks up as the door closes behind us. Perhaps she thinks a reprieve of some sort has come? But she lowers her eyes as she sees us striding toward her.

"Did you kids have fun?" Kylian asks with a raised eyebrow.

Lyle just smirks and raises his glass.

The girl looks exhausted, as if she's just sucked off ten cocks, but I suspect a large part of it is emotional rather than physical. What she's doing requires courage. I recognize that, even if my brothers don't.

I step to her and stroke her hair. It's smooth and silky, and I wonder how it would feel wrapped around my cock. But that's not the plan tonight.

Taking her hand, I pull her to her feet. She looks dazed, and her lips are swollen. She takes a step toward the bed, but I hold her in place. We'll get there eventually, but not yet.

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