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“Not directly,” I rasped, breathing her in. “Would you like a demonstration?” I added, running my finger down her arm.
“You can watch from the sidelines,” Connor snapped, pulling the chair by its leg. It screeched along the tile, and she fell back in the seat, panting heavily and looking up at Connor.
“Didn’t know this was a football game either,” she huffed, squeezing the chair’s arms and looking at me through the reflection in the glass.
“Tag me in, Coach,” I muttered under my breath.
Emily smiled at me. Her reflection was dim, but her gray eyes were darkening. My cock swelled.
Connor lurched and yanked the loose pants off her with a snap. She lifted her hips submissively, complying with her urges. He lifted her shirt, and her breasts fell free. He reached under her hips and lifted her into the air before turning her to face me. Her stare was hooded, and her mouth was parted. The reflection of her pussy spread in this position made my limbs tighten.
“Show him how good I make your cunt feel,” Connor whispered, pulling her hair away from her ear. He lifted her legs and dove his mouth into her pussy.
“Ohfuck,” she moaned, refusing to close her eyes. Her expression morphed into euphoria, and her teeth ground together.
“Soon, baby. He’s going to fill you up, and I’m going to watch every second of your pleasure,” I rasped, stepping closer to her. Her nails squeezed into the back of the black fabric and her breathing picked up pace. “I want you to imagine me rubbing my fingers along the rim of your ass as he eats your pussy. You would like that, huh?” I asked, twirling a piece of her hair around my finger.
“Yes,” she groaned, falling to rest her chin on the back of the chair.
“Yes, what? Is he licking your pussy too good for you to talk?” I quipped, giving her a sly smile.
My cock was tight in my pants, and my balls began to ache. I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my fly, needing to give myself space.
“I want you to fuck my ass with your fingers while he eats me,” she answered, her eyes fogged with lust.
I pulled my cock free from my boxers, loving the way she greedily wanted more than a measly tease.
Respecting my brother’s wishes, I stroked my cock from base to tip, enrapturing Emily with each stroke. Burying my fingers in her ass would only be a start. I wanted to bury my cock deep inside her tight hole.
Chapter 17
Emily
Connor’s warm tongue shoved inside me, and his stubbled beard rubbed along my clit, causing electricity to thrum between my thighs. I ground my hips on his face as I stared at Liam. His cock was impressively large and held my attention. It wasn’t his hand, which barely wrapped around his girth, that glued my eyes to him as he stroked up and down. It was the piercings lining the underside of his shaft. It made my core clench around Connor’s intrusion as I imagined him slamming inside me, making the burn and pleasure meld together.
The cold air made a tremble run up my spine as Connor pulled his mouth away from my sex. My arousal filled the air as he pressed against my back, rubbing the buttons of his shirt against my heated skin.
“You can look at him, but you can’t touch, Mo Cuishle,” he growled, yanking on my hair in a warning.
I groaned, debating whether I wanted to risk punishment for tasting the small drop of precum beaded on the head of Liam’s cock. His head tilted in confusion at his brother. He should know that Connor had big dick energy with his possession of me. Why was he so surprised?
In one thrust, my pussy was filled, and I screamed at the union of pain and euphoria. My muscles tightened and relaxed simultaneously, wreaking havoc on my mind. His dick was shoved deep inside me, and my line of sight had Liam vigorously stroking the full length of his cock. Porn had nothing on these men, and if I had to be a slave, I yearned to serve them and them alone. They were dragging me into their depths of destruction with multiple orgasms.
“You feel so good,” Connor groaned, wrapping his hand tighter in my hair as he slammed into me from behind. The slapping of skin and the screech of the chair legs against the smooth floor filled the room.
“Come for my brother,” Liam commanded, squeezing the base of his cock and rolling his balls.
Connor picked up the pace, wrapping his arm around my waist and rubbing his fingers along my clit. My sex clenched on his length, and I moaned, feeling heat race up my spine.
“Tell him how good it feels,” Connor growled.
His hand pushed down harder to add more friction against me. It was all too much. Both of them combined made fluttering waves of electricity roll through my body.
“Shit, Liam, it feels so good,” I screamed. The heat of my orgasm was inching closer, and my toes curled.
“Dirtier,” Connor snapped, thrumming his rough fingers faster.
My core clenched on his cock, and I was moments away from falling apart. The words he wanted me to say were impossible, and I continued to moan as Connor drove into me.
