로그인“Cleo…” Zane’s nails dig into the couch, his forearm trapped next to my neck. Slowly, his knee parts my thighs, and slides up, tracing to my wetness. “Don’t make this harder.”His voice cracks, muscles stiffen next to me, eyes fogged with intense heat, and his knee lingers an inch close to my body. He stays still, fighting the urge to fuck me right here. I’m ecstatic, safe to say overwhelmed. It’s like a wild teenager discovering her childhood crush has a tinge of feeling for her. I want to slide down and smash my pussy against his knee, break him so hard till he flops, and as of sensing my mischief, he pulls back the second I try to act silly. “Za…” I stop myself for the sake of our sanity. The muscles of his calf twitch at attention. “This is a bad idea,” I say one thing and act the opposite. My legs spread wide, obeying every one of his commands. I watch him silently pour the oil into the cinnamon bowl, and add a pinch of vanilla oil to the mix. “He’s gonna hear us.” It's hard
Zane is standing by the door, shirtless. I've stalked him long enough to know how hairy and firm he is, and seen him naked, of course. But this view… “I could wait all day.” He smirks and leans against the door frame.“Uh…” I shake my head, hiding the blush creeping up my cheeks. As if my body knows its owner, wetness slips at the meeting of my thighs. No, please… not now. I cross my legs, a good way to keep my slutty ass in check. I'm just in a towel that hangs over my big breasts and barely runs down my thighs. The plan isn't to let him in, but I stupidly watch him get in. What’s the use of my brain cells around Zane?“Have you had your bath?” The question is light on his lips but it does something to my body. I stop myself from imagining standing under the running shower while he watches me scrub.Cleo!If for anything, Duke is just next door! ‘It’s none of your business.’ The response hangs in the back of my throat. Foolishly, I shake my head to Zane’s question. “Hmmm,” His
As usual, I’m smashed in the middle, both biker brothers touching me in the guise of supporting my weak body. The ride to the house is quiet, my heart racing the whole time. No one speaks, not even Zane. It's not like I'm dumb enough to tell my big brother his mini got fucked in the garage, and by his besties.It’s a sacred oath we silently swear to keep. Knox barely gets off the bike when Duke lurches at him from the dark. He grunts, his big size unable to keep him from dropping on the interlocked floor, and he is close to hitting his head on the ground.“No!” I cry in terror, my body goes still against Zane’s. “Duke, no!”But he doesn't listen. He jumps on Knox, grabs his collar, and yanks Knox to face him. “How dare you?!” “It's fake–” His words hush when Duke deals the first blow. He’s quick to push his arms upward in defense, blocking every blow from hitting his pretty-boy face. “Bro, listen!” Duke is far past caring. “I told you to fucking stay off my sister!” He continues to
“Keep it down,” Knox whispers with his cock almost plugged in my mouth. “Better still, I’ll keep you shut.” He pushes in, thrusting his cock in my mouth to shut me up in the wildest way. My mouth is forced wide open so his thick length glides in till he fits over my tongue and all I can see is his balls hanging down my face! Zane on the other hand doesn't care if we get caught, his thrusts increase, balls slam right over my bruised cunt, drowning the sound of the footsteps that becomes disturbing. “Open.” Knox slaps my jaw repeatedly, hips pump into my mouth as he rides my throat. He groans, voice husky, dark. He throws his head backward, and one hand rests on his waist as he fucks my mouth. It's hard to stay still, to feel saliva pool in my mouth and drain from the side, and with every thrust of his cock. The bubbly fluid coats his length and leaves a slime on my face each time he pulls out. “Zane is right,” he leaves his waist to trace my lips, down to my throat, not leaving me
Zane’s fingers smoothly break through my thighs and rub against my pussy, softly grazing my jeans right up my wetness. “Mmmhhh…” I can't hold back the moan rising at the back of my throat, or the joy of forbidden pleasure slowly consuming my soul. “Ahhh…” My whispers melt on Knox’s tongue, mouth open in total surrender as he slips his tongue and French kisses me. “You taste so delicious.” His lips circle mine, and suck me in, tasting every inch of my lips, my mouth, his hand slides to the back of my neck to deepen the kiss.I forget my devotion to my brother, or the fact that we’re in a public space and crazy Sofia is recording! The loud thumping of my heart drowns the chaos around me, and the way Zane gently massages my cunt drives me wild! “Ple…” My legs clap, pressing Zane’s finger right up my ass, and I’m not sure if it's the best decision. He presses against my back, smearing me onto Knox, his fingers dig harder, as if ready to penetrate me through my soaked panties. I'm not
I don't know how, but I'm shoved on the bike, between two fucking brothers! “Adjust a little, darling.” Knox whispers in my ear from behind, his scruff scratching against the side of my face. I nod, my rigid body finding it hard to squeeze against Zane, the rider. I'm not prepared when Knox’s arms wrap around my waist and he scoots me forward, smacking my breasts on Zane’s firm muscles. “Uhh…” I suck up a moan and exhale slowly, wishing it's my pent-up emotions blowing off. “Good girl,” Zane hums, both hands on the bike for the show, while his back pushes against me, rubbing against my hard nipples. “Hold onto him.” Knox orders, and takes my hand in demonstration as if I’m a baby or this is the first time I’m riding a bike. Left with no choice, I obey. My small hands hug around Zane, body squeezed up against him, heat pooling beneath my skin. When Knox unexpectedly pushes forward, slapping his thighs on my butt and causing me to jump forward, both legs spread out, cun







