Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
He came like a freight train down my throat. And then pulled out suddenly so that hot, salty cum was spilling out over my lips and down my chin. And then Milo was striding forward and crouching on his knees opposite Leander—Janus still vigorously fucking me this entire time.
“And now I get to add my cum to these tits, which I fucking love,” Milo said. “You don’t know it but all the time I’m sneaking peeks at your chest. I’m fucking obsessed with your nipples. And you’re always getting hard little nipple peaks. Sometimes I can barely get any work done for staring at your nipples.”
I lost my breath. Milo was usually so mild-mannered. He was the serious, calm one of the bunch. And respectful. He never gave any clue as to this filthy secret thought-life he lived. And now to hear it so exposed—this was the first time he’d really truly let me see this side of himself. He’d only observed quietly before.
He squeezed his cock hard, rough and fast, slapping the knob of his cock against my breasts. “Oh, these fat, fat titties. I dream about them. I daydream about these perfect little nipples. All I want to do is watch my brothers fuck you and then come on these fine-as-fuck titties.”
He reached down with the hand not on his cock to pluck at my nipples. It made them stiffen into tight, hard peaks.
I squealed and squirmed, still trying to swallow down Leander’s load of cum, while also trying to get ahold of this new reality of Milo’s commanding dirty talk. It was so hot. Fresh wetness sprung to lubricate Janus’s way.
“And now Janus gets to unload on you,” Milo said, “and if you didn’t notice, Leander allowed him to go raw. Have you watched the ecstasy on brother Janus’s face?”
I looked down, and then up, and really got a look at Janus... and damn, Milo was right. I hadn’t realized. Leander hadn’t made Janus wear a condom, and I doubted it was an oversight. He'd let him have me raw.
But then Leander had still butted in and overshadowed Janus, who had been there steadily working me in the background the entire time. Was it a rivalry thing between them? Or just a natural outpouring of their testosterone trying to lay claim on me?
Either way, looking at Janus now, I was determined to give to him at least as much or more as I’d just given to Leander. He’d been patient, and kind, and had really only been looking out for my safety up on the cliff ledge when he hadn’t wanted me to jump. It had been scarier than I’d anticipated and while I wouldn’t take it back, I appreciated the instinct to protect. It meant a lot.
I clenched all my Kegel muscles around him, or whatever the hell you called those muscles down there. Anyway, I clenched.
I clenched and I rolled. When I really focused in on my center, I could feel the very tip of his knob deep inside me. He’d moved on to short, intimate thrusts. He was leaning into B sharp again. Oh damn, this man.
Janus leaned down, reaching up and shoving Milo out of the way.
Janus looked me in the eye for one blink, two, and then he kissed me. Kissed me deep and sweet, and fucked me slow and deep, and my pussy that had been so desensitized by all the fucking, and yet supersensitized at the same time—
Janus ground his hips down and into me as his cock thrust in—
I wrapped both arms around his neck and clenched him to me.
“Tell me you love me,” Janus whispered into my ear so that only I could hear.
I blinked in surprise but looked up at the man who was undeniably not just fucking me, but making love to me...
“I-I-I,” I stuttered, and then I told him the truth, “I love you.”
A grin like sunlight after a storm broke out over Janus’s face as he pulled me to him, thrust deep, and came inside me. “I love you too.”
I felt a rush of joy along with the rush of Janus’s cum.
...and then I glanced over Janus’s shoulder at Leander, who looked positively, absolutely, beyond pissed.
23
FEASTING IN DUBAI
Our trip to Dubai was far less eventful than the one to London had been. No private jet, for one. Just first class on Emirates, a top-of-the-line airline.
The flight attendants were exceedingly professional in giving us our space and some semblance of privacy in our four-seat pod, facing each other. The other passengers, however… Well, the twins were quite large and quite recognizable, and they were clocked within two seconds of walking into the gate area. So unfortunately, a brunette kept butting into our little pod to talk Janus’s ear off half the flight, in something between fangirling and an attempt at flirting?