Sharing with my brothers has always been our thing, we share our home, cars, jobs, we even shared women before…and now we’ll share her too.
“In fact, you’ll be thanking us by the end, Princess. Maybe even begging for more.” I wink, giving her my best boyish grin.
Her eyes move quickly between Trey and myself, and I would bet anything that her heart is racing inside her chest, pounding against her ribs, threatening to break free. Beaming Trey moves in on her, pressing her body against the headboard, leaving her nowhere to escape. Keeping eye contact, he takes one of her already hard nipples into his mouth. She gasps, her eyes shoot up, connecting with mine, and I watch as the panic in them slowly dissipates. I can see the flames of arousal flickering, her creamy white cheeks darken with crimson, giving her away.
“You want this, don’t you? Two of us, maybe even all three of us? Together. Inside you.”
She licks her lips and another soft sound emits from her throat as Trey continues to suck on her tit. It wouldn’t matter if she said no, she knows we’ll take whatever we want from her either way, but knowing she wants this, us, only heightens the pleasure. I lift my hand and graze her knee, testing the waters, letting my fingers trail up over the inside of her thigh. She’s soft all over, but I can’t wait to get to the softest part of all…her pussy.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I move her cotton panties to the side. I want to take them off of her, but I’m not sure I would be able to restrain myself. The need to fuck her senseless while my brothers possess her body consumes me beyond reason.
I slide my finger over her silky smooth flesh, my cock twitching in my boxers as I do. Dipping my finger between her folds, I graze that sweet bundle of nerves she’s hiding. The air heats and I find my own chest heaving. I lick my lips and sink one thick digit inside her. She’s tight as hell and warm, wet, and fuck do I wish my cock was my finger right now.
I smirk to myself feeling how wet, how turned on she is. She might be able to tell herself she doesn’t want this, but her body, oh it most certainly does.
Trey moves over to her other breast, and a soft moan escapes her parted lips. She parts her legs a little bit more, exposing more of that pretty pink pussy for me. I don’t think she even knows that she is doing it, but then again, I don’t really give a fuck. I know she wants us, I can see her hands gripping onto the sheets as if she is fighting it, and I don’t want her to fight it. Even though I know we need her fear, her pain, I don’t want her to fight this moment. I want to see her fall apart, feel her tight pussy squeeze my fingers.
“Pleasure, Princess, that’s what we’re giving you right now. Take it and enjoy it. That is unless you would rather have us treat you the way we did last night?”
“No, please.” Perfectly straight white teeth sink into her plump bottom lip, and I want to bite that lip, make her bleed, listen to her moan, own her pleasure and pain.
“Then be a good girl and let us show you how much pleasure we can give you.”
I watch her visibly swallow, and start to move my finger in and out of her tightness, loving the way my finger simply glides in. She moves her hand as if she’s about to reach for Trey’s shoulder, but then she pulls back seemingly afraid to touch him. Maybe she thinks she’s not allowed to touch him. Truthfully, I don’t know which one, but I’m going to make sure she understands that we want her touch.
“Touch him,” I order, knowing it’s what she wants. “You can touch him, he won’t bite…much.”
“Okay,” she croaks. Finding some courage, she lifts her hand, bringing it to the back of his head. I watch in amazement as she pulls him closer, rather than push him away. Her fingers play through his hair, tugging on the strands. Trey groans against her skin and snakes an arm around her torso holding her close. The image before me has me nudging her thighs farther apart.
I need her pussy, to feel it, to taste it.
I withdraw my finger from her channel, and she lets out a displeased whimper. Such a greedy little girl. Just hours ago, she was begging for us to let her go, and now she’s all but pleading for us to touch her.
“Your panties need to come off, now.” I dip my fingers into her waistband and pull the thin material down her legs. She doesn’t fight or protest, like one would expect of their captive. Matter of fact, she lifts her ass and legs to help me get them off easier. I stay down there, kneeling between her legs. Nudging them apart my eyes feast upon her glistening center. Her arousal coats her thighs, and I can’t help myself. My mouth is watering, begging for a taste. Just one, I tell myself.