Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I let out a low moan and watch them through narrowed eyes. Hale makes a circle around my hard nub with the pad of his thumb while they both study my pussy like it’s a work of art. Something deep in my belly, deep in my womb, turns to liquid molten need.
“Open your fucking eyes, sweet girl. And tell us you understand.”
I force my eyes open, force myself to focus through my greedy haze as Flint widens the spread of my legs, exposing me completely, the cool air against my hot, wet flesh.
“I understand.”
“Say it. Fucking say it.”
I turn my eyes to Hale first. Those beautiful eyes. That marble jaw. That effortless dominance that pulled me toward to him from the start.
“Yes, Papa,” I reply, voice shaking, swallowing back my fear, and I hear a guttural sound choke from Hale’s throat.
Now I move my eyes to Flint. To his strength, his raw power, his barely controlled fury.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.
“Good girl,” they growl in response.
Hale leans down, sucking my right nipple hard, rolling it between his teeth. Now Flint does the same, but on my left nipple. His style is different, more like he’s suckling me than biting, more savoring than devouring. I run my hands through their thick dark hair and close my eyes, lost in this pure pleasure. So filthy and yummy and right.
I press my tits up into their mouths a little, arching my back, and they both suck in a surprised gasp before getting back to work. Sucking and teasing and biting and licking. Stubble on my flesh, warm tongues twirling around my nipples.
This is heaven itself.
Hale stays where he is, but Flint lets go first, coming up to kiss me. A romantic, heart-stopping kiss that has me spinning in space. As Flint is kissing me, Hale takes my hand in his, knitting his fingers in mine. Somehow, with his body, he is telling me to keep going. To free myself from my doubts. To enjoy this like I’ve never enjoyed anything else.
And so then, in that moment, I do. I untether myself from my worry. And I just… let myself go and let them take me where they want me to go.
Flint pulls away from the kiss briefly, looking me in the eye.
And the words tumble free. “Take me, Daddy.”
He smiles at me, nose to nose, and cups my face in his big hands. “We’ve got you, sweet girl. Just give us what’s ours.”
I nod softly against him, and he takes me in another kiss. Hale penetrates me a little further as I’m kissing Flint, and I feel him groan as he pushes into me. It feels so good that I cry out into Flint’s kiss, almost screaming into his lips.
“She’s fucking tight, son,” Hale growls. “Tight like cherry pie.”
I open my eyes in time to see Flint open his, in surprise and intrigue. He pulls away from the kiss again.
“If you tell me you’re a virgin,” he growls, almost too soft for his dad to hear, “I’m going to cream my fucking pants right here.”
I laugh a little and shake my head. “I’m not,” I whisper. “Almost. But I’m not. Once, didn’t even really happen all the way but almost. Sort of.” I mumble the end and wait for them to react.
At this, they both look slightly angry but Hale speaks first.
“There’s going to be no sort of today.”
Then Flint adds, “This is all the way. Everything, no holds barred and no one, no fucking one will ever touch you again.” His eyes blaze with fury and I see Hale give him a look as he takes a breath.
“You are virgin-tight, baby.” Hale’s voice is thick and heavy as he nods toward Flint. “Try her out.”
Oh, the way they talk about me. I should be so mad. So offended. But no, it’s the sexiest thing in the world.
Flint takes his hand off his cheek, reaching down between my legs, but never taking his eyes off me. As he penetrates me, feels me, as my body bucks and writhes, I see this glaze of pleasure glisten in his eyes.
“Holy shit,” he growls.
“Fucking told you,” Hale says. “So now what, son? You gonna keep kissing her or are you going to get her to give us what we want?”
I dart my eyes at Hale, surprised at how firm and aggressive he sounds. “Don’t be mad that I’ve been kissing him, Papa. There’s no need to be jealous.”
His eyes soften and he hits me with that smile I love so much. I wiggle my fingers at him, beckoning him to come closer, and he does.
And now it’s Hale kissing me, kissing me, kissing me. I am lost in the kiss, lost in the two of them. Now Hale pulls away, and Flint takes up the kiss again.
I’m aware that Hale is moving down my body. And then a squeak of a chair, a shift of my legs, a further parting of my thighs. And the sensation of Hale’s scruffy five o’clock shadow between my legs. My body tenses with anticipation, and I exhale into Flint’s kiss.