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062: Aggressive sex

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ā€œFuck.ā€ Axel groans, arching his back as I start sucking on his member. Circling my tongue around his cock, my hands stroke his balls agonizingly slow as I suck in and out. A loud popping sound goes on and off.

ā€œFuck Peyton, why are you so good at this?ā€ he says, fisting my hair and pressing my face into his pelvis.

I feel my nipples stand on end, begging to be touched, but all I get is the cold water dripping on them. My core is soaking wet and ready.

Axelā€™s control snaps entirely as I increase the pace. He is completely undone, gripping the wet tile wall for balance as pleasure takes hold.

ā€œGo faster...ā€ he groans, his hips moving reflexively, completely giving in to the urgency.

I pause, pulling back slightly. The water streams over my face as I look up at him, a wicked, triumphant smile stretching my lips.

ā€œNot until you admit you were never going to make me take the guest bath.ā€

His eyes are shut, his head tilted back against the wall, chest heaving. "It's yours. Take
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  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers Ā Ā Ā 085: Say my name.

    ~~PEYTON~~I feel like I'm having a seizure. The orgasm has subsided, but it still feels like I'm going to explode; my core is still dripping, needy, and exposed as air slaps my clit, sending tiny, shocking jolts through my nerves that make me gasp.Raphael wraps his arms around me again, pulling us up so I'm sitting against his chest, my back flush against his hard torso. He uses the sheet to tuck me in quickly, treating me like a precious, fragile doll.Axel takes Raphael's vacated position without a word, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sitting on the edge.He lifts a brow. ā€œThis isn't the plan.ā€ā€œI know. Just feeling generous,ā€ Raphael scoffs as Axel scoffs back.ā€œDon't regret it.ā€I groan, still recovering from whatever they did to me. ā€œCan you two just get this over with? You ruined my orgasm.ā€More like made it better, but I'm not admitting that.I gasp, feeling large hands cupping my tits, shooting out from the thin fabric.ā€œBe patient, little runner,ā€ he says w

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    ~~PEYTON~~āš ļø WARNING! āš ļø **TRIGGERS**MFM Threesome Anal Sex (F/M) Delayed Orgasm Dubious Consent / Dominance Play Verbal Degradation / Intense Possessiveness Pain Infliction Gagging and Choking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The kiss is anything but gentle. It's hard, possessive in a blatant way, like he's drinking me in while Raphael watchesā€”and he is watching. I can feel the movement of Raphael's head on the pillow beneath me as he tracks every single ruthless movement of Axel's mouth while busily slipping his hand under my dress, pulling it above my abdomen.Axel is at it, taking over my pants, hooking a finger around them, and yanking them off my hips.I raise my hips to help him clear the material, then kick my legs up, using my foot to fully slip the panties off my ankles and fling them onto the floor.I'm still flat on my back, pressed against his body, feeling every inch of him. His broad chest, his torso, the huge rise between his thighs..It's poking me

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    ~~PEYTON~~Who would have thought two hot men would block my door and trap me in my bedroom?At first, we were in the living room, teasing, talking, giving red-light flirting, and making my cheek burn.God, Raphael? He's something else.And Axel? Sometimes he's cute, and most times he's just pure danger. That makes my heart want to leap out of my ribs.They are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, filling the frame. Their tall bodies push me back, pinning me against the wall. Raphael's left hand is splayed on the wall above my head, and Axel is by my side, leaning on the wall.All eyes on me.I bite my lips, fiddling with my hips, rubbing my thighs together to cool the heat pooling up in, you know where.If this is their idea of foreplay, it's cruel. Cruel, but effective. Every nerve ending is screaming, aching for them to stop looking and start touching. I canā€™t breathe, and the anticipation is killing me. I need them to move; I need their hands to break this tension and give me the rush I

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    ~~PEYTON~~ā€œOkay, show's over, guys."I try to twist out of Raphael's grip, but he tightens it, his breath hot against my ear. Axel is standing so close I can feel the heat radiating off him, his furious energy vibrating the air."Little runner, you are not moving," Raphael growls against my hair. ā€œUntil you explain yourself. Who's that neighbor?""Yeah, about that," I say, craning my neck to glare at him. "You just used me as a shield and a prop for your stupid tough-guy show. I open the door, and suddenly you two are a team? Thatā€™s rich."Axel finally looks away from the door, and his green eyes lock onto mineā€”softer than Raphael's, but just as intense. "That guy was checking you out like a piece of meat.""He was flirting with me, Axel. Thatā€™s what normal people do." I push harder against Raphael's arm. "He wasn't armed, he wasn't yelling, and he wasn't punching anyone. The danger in this apartment is usually you two."I finally manage to wiggle free of Raphael's hold and turn to f

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    ~~RAPHEAL~~I wake up, and the first thing I see is a pair of furious green eyes glaring down at me.Before I can process that Axelā€”my idiot brotherā€”is straddling me in Peyton's bed, I receive a sharp punch right across my jaw. The sound is like a gunshot in the cramped space. My head whips to the side, spitting blood and annoyance."What the hell, Axel?" I rub my jaw, sucking in a deep breath. "Subtle. Did you run out of knuckles, or is that all the charm you have left?"Axel doesn't even blink. He is vibrating with subtle rage, pointing a finger at me. "Don't you dare give me that witty crap, Raphael! I know it! I know when your phone goes straight to voicemail that you found her and ditched me. You had the tracking code, you piece of filth! I've been driving around this dead-end town for two hours, and you were up here not answering the door.""Well, forgive me if I'm not prioritizing a house call from the one brother who consistently misses the point."I try to push him away; he d

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    ~~PEYTON~~I almost choke, my hands flying up to grip his thighs, the sheer reality of it overwhelming my senses. I try to breathe, but he fills everything. The pleasure spikes into something sharp and uncontrollable.He humps into me, fisting my hair, pulling me up slightly as he groans.He snaps his hips forward, one, two, three times, stealing the last of my air, making tears prick at the corners of my eyes.I whimper, the sound trapped, my hands fluttering uselessly against his thighs as he takes everything.Then, just as black spots dance in my vision, he pulls back.I gasp, the air rushing into my lungs burning like ice, coughing and sputtering, saliva trailing from my lips. But he doesn't give me a second to recover. He doesn't offer comfort.His large hands clamp onto my waist, and with effortless, terrifying power, he flips me over onto my stomach like I weigh nothing.My face presses into the sheets, my ass high in the air, exposed and vulnerable.I feel the blunt, heavy hea

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