My knees nearly buckled, but Jace didn’t let me fall. He pulled his fingers from my pussy with a wet sound, holding them up so Liam could see the mess coating them.
“Open your mouth,” Jace ordered. I hesitated, chest still heaving, but his glare made my lips part on instinct. He shoved his soaked fingers between them, pushing deep across my tongue, making me taste myself. “Good girl,” he muttered, his eyes dark and hungry. “Swallow it all.” Liam finally let my nipple slip free from his mouth, glistening and swollen from his sucking. His eyes followed the way I licked Jace’s fingers clean, then dropped back to my tits, his jaw tight. “Get on the counter,” Liam growled. Jace smirked. “Yeah, let’s see what those big tits can really do.” My pulse thundered in my ears as they guided me back until my ass hit the counter. Jace grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up onto it, spreading my legs wide so my pussy dripped down the edge. Liam was already tugging his jeans open, his cock springing free and it was thick, hard, veins standing out as he wrapped his hand around it, the swollen head brushing my stomach as he loomed over me. “Lean forward,” Jace muttered darkly, his hand pressing between my shoulder blades. “Fuck,” I gasped, staring at the size of him. “You’re drooling already,” Liam mocked, stepping close, his cock rubbing against the underside of my tit as he lined himself up. Jace grabbed my other breast, squeezing it tight. “Hold them together for him,” he demanded. My shaky hands came up, pressing my tits together, trapping Liam’s cock between them. The fat head popped out the top, leaking pre all over my chest, smearing it across my skin as he thrust forward. “Goddamn,” Liam groaned, his hips snapping slow at first, sliding his cock through the valley of my tits. “Fuck, this is perfect. Your tits are fucking made for this.” I moaned, the filthy sound vibrating against his shaft as he kept pushing faster and harder. “Spit on them,” Jace ordered, his hand gripping my jaw. I spat between my tits, the wet slick making Liam’s cock glide even smoother. “Fuck yes,” Liam grunted, thrusting harder now, the head of his cock smacking against my chin with every stroke. “Look at this slut. Letting me fuck her tits in her brother’s kitchen.” My pussy clenched at his words, soaking the counter beneath me. Jace noticed instantly. His fingers slid back between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit while Liam fucked my chest. “You hear that?” Jace murmured darkly. “Her pussy’s gushing just from titfucking. She’s desperate to be filled.” “Yeah?” Liam rasped, his thrusts growing ragged. “You want us both to ruin you, sweetheart?” “Yes!” I cried, my tits bouncing with every savage thrust. “Please! fuck, yes!” Liam groaned, his cock jerking between my tits, dripping pre come all over my chest. “She’s ready,” Jace said, his voice a growl in my ear. “We’re gonna stretch every hole she’s got.” Liam pulled his cock free from between my tits with a wet slap, his chest rising and falling fast. His hand fisted around the base, smearing slick across the thick head as he looked at me with pure hunger. “On your knees,” he ordered. Before I could move, Jace shoved me down off the counter. My knees hit the tile hard, but I didn’t care—because Liam’s cock was right in front of me, leaking and inches from my lips. “Open wide,” Liam growled. I obeyed, my mouth stretching around the fat tip as he pushed inside. My throat burned instantly, gag reflex flaring when he shoved deeper. Tears pricked my eyes as spit dribbled down my chin, but Liam just groaned, gripping the back of my head to hold me still. “Fuck, look at her,” he rasped, hips snapping shallow thrusts into my mouth. “Taking it like she was made for cock.” I gagged again, eyes watering, and Jace crouched beside me, one big hand guiding my pussy up toward his lap. “While you choke on him,” Jace muttered, dragging my soaked panties down and tossing them aside, “I’m gonna stretch this greedy cunt.” Before I could brace myself, he slammed into me from behind, his cock driving deep with one hard thrust. I screamed around Liam’s cock, throat vibrating as pleasure and pain ripped through me. “Goddamn,” Jace groaned, his hips grinding into my ass. “She’s fucking tight, clamping down like she doesn’t wanna let go.” Liam yanked my head back, pulling free so I could gasp for breath. Strings of spit and pre connected my lips to his cock, dripping down my tits. “Don’t stop now,” he taunted, slapping his heavy length against my tongue. “Get it back in there, slut.” I moaned and opened wider, sucking him down again while Jace’s cock pounded my pussy from behind, his hips slapping against me, loud and filthy in the quiet kitchen. “Good little cocksucker,” Liam grunted, his balls smacking my chin as he pushed deep. “You love this, don’t you? Getting used by both of us?” “Yes! fuck, yes!” I tried to scream, but it was muffled around his cock, my words nothing but gagging moans. Jace’s fingers dug into my hips, dragging me back harder onto him. “She’s dripping all over my cock,” he growled. “Sloppy little hole can’t get enough.” The sounds were obscene—wet sucking, gagging, the slap of skin on skin. My body shook, my pussy spasming around Jace as he wrecked me, my throat stuffed full of Liam until I thought I’d pass out. “Gonna cum down her throat,” Liam snarled, his thrusts turning savage. “Not yet,” Jace barked, fucking me harder, my knees slipping on the tile from the force. “She’s gonna cum on my cock first.”Jace’s cock slammed into me hard, each thrust so deep I felt it in my spine. My pussy clenched hard, soaking his length, wet sounds echoing with every snap of his hips. Liam’s cock choked me at the same time, stretching my throat until drool and spit poured down my chin. “You’re dripping all over me,” Jace groaned, his fingers bruising my hips. “She’s gonna fucking squirt, I can feel it.” Liam grunted, holding my head down as he shoved deep, his cock hitting the back of my throat. “Do it, make her cum so hard she pisses all over your cock.” The filthy words sent a shockwave through me. My belly tightened, thighs trembling, every nerve on fire. Jace rammed into me faster, his cock hammering my g-spot without mercy. “Come on, sweetheart,” he growled in my ear, his voice rough with lust. “Make a fucking mess for us. Drown my cock.” I tried to scream, but Liam’s cock blocked it, his hips rutting into my face while his balls slapped my chin. Tears streamed down my cheeks, spit
My knees nearly buckled, but Jace didn’t let me fall. He pulled his fingers from my pussy with a wet sound, holding them up so Liam could see the mess coating them. “Open your mouth,” Jace ordered. I hesitated, chest still heaving, but his glare made my lips part on instinct. He shoved his soaked fingers between them, pushing deep across my tongue, making me taste myself. “Good girl,” he muttered, his eyes dark and hungry. “Swallow it all.” Liam finally let my nipple slip free from his mouth, glistening and swollen from his sucking. His eyes followed the way I licked Jace’s fingers clean, then dropped back to my tits, his jaw tight. “Get on the counter,” Liam growled. Jace smirked. “Yeah, let’s see what those big tits can really do.” My pulse thundered in my ears as they guided me back until my ass hit the counter. Jace grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up onto it, spreading my legs wide so my pussy dripped down the edge. Liam was already tugging his jeans open, his coc
It was past midnight, the house silent except for the low hum of the fridge. I crept barefoot across the tile, wearing nothing but one of my oversized shirts that barely skimmed the tops of my thighs. My brother had fallen asleep hours ago, and I thought his friends had too. They’d come over to crash after a long night out drinking. I should’ve known better. The second I tugged the fridge door open, cool light spilling across my bare legs, then I heard it, low laughter behind me, deep and male. “Well, well…” I froze, hand still on the milk carton. My stomach dropped, heat rushing straight between my thighs. Slowly, I turned my head and there they leaning against the counter like they’d been waiting. Liam, tall, cocky, with that constant smirk that made me want to slap him and kiss him all at once. And Jace, darker, broader, his eyes sharper, hungrier. My brother’s best friends. The two men I’d spent years pretending I didn’t fantasize about when I touched mysel
His fingers slid in deeper, curling inside me and stretching me open in a way that made my pussy gush all over his hand. “Listen to that,” he growled, eyes glued to the mess dripping down my thighs. “So fucking wet for me. Bet you’ve been dreaming of cock splitting you open, huh?” “Yes,” I gasped, too far gone to deny it. He grinned like he’d won something, then yanked his fingers out and unbuckled his belt. The sound made my stomach clench, anticipation burning hotter than fire. His pants hit the floor, and when he shoved the chair back, I turned just enough to see him stroke his cock. Jesus Christ. Thick, long and veiny leaking pre that glistened as his hand worked up and down his shaft. My mouth watered at the sight. “You see this, sweetheart?” His voice was a filthy purr. “This is what’s about to ruin your little tattoo appointment.” I couldn’t even breathe. I could only nod, eyes wide, my pussy twitching desperately. He lined himself up, the fat head of his cock
I shouldn’t have been nervous. It was just a tattoo. But sitting in the waiting room with my ass about to be on display for a total stranger, my stomach was in knots. The shop smelled like ink and antiseptic, but there was a low hum of bass from somewhere in the back, like even the walls vibrated with sex. And then he walked out. Tall. Broad. T-shirt stretched tight across his chest, arms covered in black ink that disappeared under the cotton sleeves. His hair was messy, dark, falling across his forehead in a way that made him look like he’d just rolled out of bed after fucking someone senseless. “Who’s getting their ass done today?” he asked, voice deep, like the question wasn’t filthy as hell. My hand went up before my brain caught up. His eyes slid over me, slowly like he was peeling clothes off with his gaze. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “Follow me,” he said, smirking as if he already knew what kind of mess I was going to be by the time he was finished.