Page 116 of Bro Doll
“Yes.”
He leans over and crushes his mouth against mine. It starts with a hard nip to my bottom lip before he slides his tongue straight in, without a care in the world about morning breath. Reid’s grip clamps onto my hip, and I groan into Miles’ mouth. He swallows the sound happily, sliding his hand down my body to wrap his palm tight around my dick.
Fuck.
Reid’s teeth scrape aggressively against my neck.
I’m so screwed.
Miles sucks on my bottom lip, forcing a whine out of me. He drinks that sound too.
My brain goes completely blank, and I’m not even checked out in doll mode.
Reid’s fingers dig harder, and I know he’s pissed that Miles got first dibs on my mouth. His hot breath hits my skin right before he fists my hair and yanks my head back.
“My turn.”
Miles keeps his grip locked on my dick, pumping me slowly while Reid licks into my mouth. I moan when Miles twists his fist around my cockhead with every upstroke, collecting my pre-cum and smearing the slick juice all over my shaft.
Fuck, he’s really good at that.
Reid ends the kiss, and sinks his teeth into my bottom lip.
“Good?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Fuck, yeah,” I gasp, my dick weeping straight into Miles’ palm.
“Tell me how much you like it.” Miles asks, kissing under my ear.
“Fuck, I love it,” I choke out, my hips stuttering off the mattress on their own. “Harder, Miles—fuck, it’s so good. So good—fuck, it’s—”
Reid thrusts his tongue back into my mouth, and Miles accelerates his stroke. My balls draw up tight, heat coiling thick and low in my gut. I’m losing my grip on reality, my mind entirely reduced to the desperate need to get milked. I want them to drain me until I’m empty.
“C-close,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back as my head thrashes into the pillow.
Reid’s mouth claims my neck and Miles takes my mouth back, aggressively sucking my tongue into his mouth. Reid’s hand slides down my thigh, his fingers wrapping around my balls to squeeze them hard while Miles twists his fist around my cockhead, pressing his thumb against my leaking slit.
I fucking lose it.
My back arches as I come, spurting a ridiculous amount of cum all over us. Miles keeps devouring my mouth through the blast, swallowing my moans like he’s addicted to the taste, while stroking me through the aftershocks.
He lifts his hand, examining the mess I made, then brings the white-smeared fingers right across my lips, forcing my own cum into my mouth. He kisses me again, and then Reid is fighting his way into the kiss. It’s messy with saliva and cum and too many tongues rubbing together, butholy—
“Fuck,” I pant.
“Felt good?” Reid’s thumb sweeps across my bottom lip, smearing the wet glaze.
I nod, my brain a total mush.
Miles bites my ear. “Round two?”
I groan, but my dick throb against my abs, already demanding more action.
“Yeah. Round two.” Reid smirks.
Fuck me.
Actually, yeah. That sounds perfect, actually.
