Page 211 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
“You smell like trouble,” Asher whispers against my skin. “My favorite variable.”
“Asher,” I gasp, leaning back into him.
Ethan leans forward. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth through the lace.
The sensation is sharp and immediate. The wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of the lace, the solid wall of Asher behind me. My knees buckle.
“Easy,” Owen says. He’s suddenly there, kneeling on the floor beside me. He runs his hands up my legs, slipping his fingers under the elastic of the crotchless panties. “We’ve got you.”
I’m surrounded.
Ethan at my front, worshipping my chest. Asher at my back, his hands roaming, his thick, heavy cock pressing hard into the cleft of my ass. Owen kneeling between my thighs, his fingers sliding deep into my dripping pussy, his thumb circling my swollen clit.
“Ethan,” I gasp, my spine arching off his chest. “Don’t just look at it.”
“You’ll get us,” Ethan growls, pulling back to look at me. His lips are wet. “Every inch.”
He stands up. He grips my hips and lifts me. Asher supports me from behind. They move me to the large mahogany desk in the center of the room, sweeping the papers aside.
Ethan lays me back on the cool wood. He steps forward, wrapping his large hands around my wrists and pinning them flat against the desk above my head. His grip is iron.
“Watch,” Ethan commands.
He releases my wrists and steps back, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers down. His thick cock springs free from his boxers, jutting out hard and dripping with pre-cum.
Owen steps between my legs. He doesn’t undress. He just stares at me.
“Fucking perfect,” Owen whispers. “Ready for us.”
He lowers his head.
When his hot, flat tongue drags directly over my sensitive clit, I scream.
It’s precise and devastating. Owen knows exactly how I like it—broad strokes, firm pressure. He feasts on my cunt. I arch my back, my heels digging into the edge of the desk.
“That’s it,” Asher says, moving to my head. He leans down and kisses me upside down, his tongue mimicking what Owen is doing below.
It’s sensory overload. Owen is devouring my pussy. Asher is claiming my mouth.
Owen pulls back from between my legs, leaving me shivering and cold from the loss of his heat. He trades places with Asher, taking my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss.
“She’s prepped,” Owen says against my lips, his voice wrecked.
Ethan steps in. He aligns the blunt head of his cock with my dripping entrance, grips my hips, drags me right to the edge of the desk, and buries his thick shaft deep inside my wet cunt with one brutal thrust.
“Oh god!” I scream against Owen’s mouth.
He fills me completely. It’s been two years, but he still feels bigger than life.
“Mine,” Ethan grinds out, thrusting deep. “My wife.”
He sets a punishing pace. The desk rocks against the floor. I’m pinned by his weight, grounded by Owen’s kiss, and completely at their mercy.
But Asher isn’t done.
“Room for one more?” Asher asks.
“Always,” Ethan grunts, pulling back just enough to make space.
