Page 114 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
“What do you need?” Ethan asks, brushing his lips over my pulse point. He bites the tender skin there, marking me.
“You,” I whimper. “I need you inside. Now.”
“Which one?” Owen teases, biting the shell of my ear. “There are three of us, baby. You have to be specific.”
“I don’t care,” I sob, my head thrashing. “Just fuck me.”
Ethan pulls back. He looks at Owen. A silent look passes between them—a look of brotherhood and shared intent that makes my stomach swoop.
“Swap,” Ethan orders.
They move in unison. Ethan grabs my hips and hauls me up onto my hands and knees. I’m completely exposed, arched on the mattress in the center of them.
Owen shifts to the front, kneeling right in front of my face. He unzips his pants, freeing his thick, heavy cock.
“Taste me, Tess,” he says, pressing the blunt head against my lips. “Let’s see what that mouth can do.”
I open for him instantly. I have no pride left. I take him deep, my throat working around him. He tastes like salt and pre-cum and something musky that drives me wild.
Asher slides underneath my arched torso. He reaches up, taking my heavy, aching breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple. His stubble grazes my sensitive skin.
Ethan positions himself behind me. I look back at him. He isn’t pausing to think about the consequences or the rules or the job. His eyes are dark, swallowing me whole.
“Mine,” he growls.
He grabs my hips and shoves his dick straight into my wet pussy.
I scream around Owen’s cock. Ethan stretches me wide, filling me to the hilt in one brutal, tearing thrust.
Our skin slaps together.
“Oh god,” I try to say, but it comes out as a muffled moan against Owen’s cock.
Ethan sets a punishing pace. He fucks me hard from behind, his hips slamming against my ass, the wet, obscene sound mixing with my desperate noises.
I’m being consumed. Owen in my mouth, gripping the back of my head to force me to take him deeper with every thrust. Asher underneath me, biting and sucking my breasts. Ethan inside me, claiming the deepest parts of me.
I’m completely, utterly theirs.
My brain shuts down. There’s no logic left. There’s only the friction. The sweat. The scent of them.
“Watch me claim you,” Ethan roars.
I force my eyes open, looking up at him while I suck Owen and Asher marks my chest.
“We’re yours,” Ethan tells me, thrusting harder, hitting deep. “You belong with us. You understand? Don’t walk away from us.”
I nod frantically, tears streaming down my face.
“Say it,” Owen commands. He pulls out of my mouth for a second, a thick string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. “Tell him.”
“I stay,” I sob, my chest heaving. “I stay. I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.”
Ethan drives into me with everything he has. The pleasure builds, a dark, heavy wave crashing over me. He isn’t slowing down. He isn’t pulling out.
He groans, his face contorting in a mask of beautiful agony. With one final, devastating thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and shudders.
