Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
She was giving me way too much credit. I had just watched her sit up and come toward me, wearing just her panties. Her full, round breasts were bare. She held them, hands covering her nipples, but the sight undid me. If she thought I could answer a question, she was sorely mistaken.
All the blood in my body had abandoned my brain in favor of rushing to engorge the most painful hard on of my life. I gritted my teeth against it, flexed my fingers as if to let off some of the tension boiling in me.
Jasmine came right up to me, crowding in close. I was beyond speech, nothing but pure, animal want coursing through me. I held myself back, but I needed to get out of there as fast as possible. I waited for her to ask her question. I had no faith in my own ability to provide a verbal answer though.
She reached for me, and I blinked wondering if I was hallucinating. Was it possible to be so turned on that you saw things? The touch of her lips on mine, her hands on my face jolted me. I gathered her to me, desperate, and gave her a steamy kiss. I made sure to lick my tongue inside her mouth the exact way I wanted to lap at her pussy. I whispered it against her mouth in case she liked the image of my mouth on her, those long legs over my shoulders. Her breasts spilled into my hands and I fondled them like I was gathering up a hoard of gold I’d just discovered, greedy and wonderstruck.
“I want you, Drew. I have since the minute I met you,” she said, her pupils blown wide, her voice shaking with arousal or fear or both.
I glanced at my brother and saw him nod agreement.
“Could I join you? Let both of us pleasure you tonight?”
“God yes,” she said, breathless.
I felt like I’d won the damn lottery. I picked her up off her feet and kissed her, slamming up against the wall in my haste. She wound her arms and legs around me, moaning her approval at being manhandled a little. I worked over her mouth, kissed her neck, then took in her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. She took my hands and put them on her. “Touch me, please,” she said.
“There is nothing I want more, if you’re sure you want to do this.”
“More than anything, Drew,” she whispered, and I swept her back into my arms, mouth covering hers while I palmed her breast, rubbing and squeezing her warm flesh. She pulled me toward the bed to join them.
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When I heard footsteps and saw Drew in the door, I wanted to throw something at him and tell him to go away. I was irritated at the interruption considering what I was doing. Instead of taking my hint and disappearing, he lingered and Jasmine climbed out of my arms to go talk to him. When she kissed him, my cock tightened in response to the sight. She was beautiful, soft, ready for me. If she wanted us both, that as fine with me. It just made things more interesting.
She tugged him to the bed, then looked at me questioningly.
“It’s okay, Jas. You can trust us,” I told her, stroking her hair. “As long as we understand each other, there’s nothing strange about it. Like us, we know each other well, trust each other, so why shouldn’t we play? Have some fun.”
“I’ve only been with Chris,” she confessed.
“Well I can promise you Jasmine that we will treat you way better than that asshole ever did.”
“Is it wrong?” she asked boldly.
“Not as far as I can see, no. Just tell us what you like and don’t like, let us take care of you,” Drew told her. It was the prefect thing to say, because I saw her relax.
She sat on the edge of the bed and I tugged her back toward me, mouth on her neck and reached around to pluck at her pretty pink nipples, making them tighten to points.
“You feel amazing,” I whispered to her.
Drew climbed on the bed with us, his fingers trailing down her bare back and she whimpered, a ripple of pleasure changing her expression. I felt the shudder slide through her and lapped at her nipple, soothing the tightness there.
Her arms were around my neck, coaxing my lips back to hers. When our mouths met in a passionate kiss, I tracked the back of my fingers over the curve of her belly and down to brush the soft curls between her legs. My thumb brushed her clit, the little rosebud of pleasure a tiny knot. I stroked and touched and pressed, giving her different sensations to see what she liked.
With a gasp that rose to a keening cry, she was on the cusp of a climax. Her juices coursed over my fingers as I stroked her. Her eyes were wide, locked on mine as I massaged her clit and kept her at the edge of another climax, waiting. It was then that Drew pushed his fingers inside her. Her sob wrenched me. He looked at me, uncertain, but I nodded. Let her get used to it, let her feel the thickness of two fingers tucked inside, let her clench and rock and ride them to acclimate herself, to stretch her and let her relax around the invasion.