All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Sarah.“He’s done with me. Just like that. Over a fucking text.”I dropped my bag by the front door and kicked off my shoes harder than I needed to. The house felt too quiet. Mom was gone for the week on one of her work trips, leaving me alone with Clinton and Linus. I had driven straight from campus without changing, still wearing the thin oversized shirt my ex used to sleep in. Nothing underneath. The hem barely reached the tops of my thighs and every step reminded me how exposed I was.Clinton was on the living room couch when I walked in. He looked up and the second his eyes landed on my bare legs the air shifted. He was thirty-one, broad-shouldered, dark-eyed, the older stepbrother who had watched me a little too carefully ever since Mom married their dad six years ago. Back then I was still in high school and the attraction had been something I buried under sarcasm and locked doors. Now I was twenty-one, freshly dumped, and standing in their living room with almost nothing on.“

Sarah.“One in your cunt. One in your ass. Slow at first. Then we fucking own you.”I was still locked in the swing, thighs forced wide, body covered in cracked wax and dried cum from everything they had already done to me. My pussy felt swollen and used. My ass still tingled from Linus’s fingers. Clinton stepped between my open legs and pushed his thick cock into my soaked cunt in one long, deep stroke. The stretch made my head fall back and a broken moan tear out of my throat. He filled me completely, hips flush against me.Linus moved behind the swing, slicked his cock with more lube, and pressed the fat head against my tight asshole.“Breathe for Daddy,” he said against my ear, voice rough. “Let me in.”He pushed slow and steady. The burn was sharp and perfect. I felt every inch stretch me open until he was buried to the hilt. Both of them inside me at the same time. Impossibly full. Stuffed so deep I could barely think. The dual pressure made my whole body tremble in the straps.

Sandra’s POV “Open your legs wider, Mommy. I am not done tasting you.” Riley said it like an order. I was still shaking from the first orgasm and she did not care. She dragged me to the edge of the bed by my ankles, dropped to her knees on the floor, and buried her face between my thighs again. Her tongue went straight into me this time. Not teasing. Not circling. She pushed it inside my pussy as far as it would go and fucked me with it, wet and loud, while her nose rubbed my clit. I grabbed the sheets. “Riley. Slow down.” “No.” Rita climbed onto the bed behind my head, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them above me. Her bare pussy hovered over my mouth. “Your turn to eat,” she said. I turned my face. She followed, sat down on my lips, and started grinding. Her wetness smeared across my mouth and chin. I had no choice but to lick. She tasted sharp and sweet and I hated how fast my tongue remembered her. Riley added two fingers beside her tongue and started pumping. The stretch m

MAYA. “Your dad sent me. Get in.” Cole said it through the open window like he had every right to pull up at two in the morning and take me. Same black truck. Same voice that used to tell me to put a sweater on at cookouts. He did not smile. I was on Jenna’s porch with my heels dangling from two fingers and my dress glued to the backs of my thighs. I had already opened the Uber app. Then his headlights cut the yard and my stomach dropped like I had missed a step. “I can get home.” “You can get in the truck, Maya. Now.” I got in. The cab hit me first. His cologne. Leather. The mint gum he chewed when he drove at night. When I sat, the dress rode up so high I felt air on the lace between my legs. I tugged it once. It slid right back. He kept his eyes on the windshield while I did it, jaw locked, like looking would cost him something. “Buckle.” I buckled. The strap cut down between my breasts and flattened the thin fabric. My nipples were already tight from the night air. I saw

MAYA. “Type it.” His fingers were still inside me. Two of them. Bent. Slow. My phone shook in my hand. I typed with my thumb. Close. Ten minutes. I hit send. The screen went dark. Cole took the phone and dropped it in the cup holder without looking away from my face. “Good girl.” He said it like it burned him. Then he shoved his seat back, hauled me across the console, and sat me in his lap facing him. My knees rammed the door and the wheel. The dress was a belt around my waist. His jeans were rough under my bare ass. “Cole. The windows.” “They’re fogged. Nobody’s out here.” He freed himself with one hand. I felt it slap up against me, thick and hot and already wet at the head. Bigger than I had let myself picture in my bed at night. I looked down. I should not have looked down. The sight of his cock against my shaved pussy, against the place his fingers had just been, made my stomach flip. “Last time I ask,” he said. “You want out of this truck, you say it now.” I took hi