Damn.
“And you, Gigi,” he said, his gaze freely roaming over me from head to toe, “are fucking hot.”
Hot? Me? Was he insane? But at that moment, looking at his huge cock, I didn’t care. All I knew was that the way he licked his lips as he looked at me made me dizzy, and watching his eyes widen when I unhooked my bra to hang free was… well, indescribable.
It was like I’d flipped a switch, one where I’d gone from being useless and dowdy to where I was special and beautiful. And desired. He pounced on me, his lips and hands and body exploring me in places that had been untouched for too long. He nipped at my lower lip, his hands squeezing and kneading my breasts, tugging on my nipples until I was gasping with desire.
“It… it feels so nice,” I breathed.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, grinning and biting my left nipple until pain and pleasure surged through me in strangely equal amounts.
Then he clamped his mouth on my pussy.
Or at least, the thin, wispy thong covering my pussy. The diaphanous silk didn’t deter him as his mouth consumed me. It was the only word that could describe how deeply he sucked and nibbled, inhaling the scent of my juices between swipes of his tongue.
I arched my back and cried out when he tugged my thong to the side and found my heated flesh. I reached to tug his hair as he tasted me with rough swipes, his tongue alternatively fluttering over my clit, then scooping deep between my lips.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned mindlessly, swept away on the tidal wave of need he’d unleashed in me. I needed to come. Right away.
“Nathan—” I rasped as his lips returned to my clit and formed a suction that pushed me over the edge.
“Yeah, baby. Come in my mouth,” he growled, and with a final swipe of his tongue on my clit, I did. My orgasm detonated, and I shrieked, my juices soaking him.
“My… god,” I panted, looking at him. He was a sexual god, his face glistening with my excitement, the sunlight bright on his flawless skin.
And he was rock hard, his beautiful cock jutting from between his legs, bobbing with every heartbeat. At that instant, I knew that, whatever the consequences, I wanted one thing.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please make me feel good.”
I nearly melted when the corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. He took himself in hand, pressing against my wet folds before suddenly stopping short.
His head whipped to the side, and I followed his gaze, fear stabbing its own icy fingers into my heart.
There stood Nathan’s two brothers—my stepbrothers—Julian and Reece, having appeared out of nowhere, watching us, their eyes wide and their jaws open.
Holy fuck.
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