I want to tell him that I’m already hurting, but when I open my mouth, the only thing that comes out is a moan. Kane grinds himself against me, slapping against my clit with each thrust and hitting a spot deep inside me that has my toes curling.
Kane’s chest rises and falls, sweat beads against his forehead, and he seems almost pained. But when he speaks, pain is the last thing I think he’s feeling.
“That’s it, let me hear you. I want to hear how much you crave us, how much you like my cock in your tight little hole.”
“Oh.” I tip my head back and sink deeper into the pleasure that’s mounting. Each stroke drives me further and further into oblivion.
He fucks me just like this for a while, pushing me closer to the edge. Until there is no edge, there’s nothing but a lightness that encompasses me. My whole body tightens, and my back bows, arching off the bed as potent pleasure zings through me. Holding me tightly to his chest, Kane grunts into my ear, picking up his pace while continuing to fuck me through my orgasm.
The last tremors of my release are still running rampant when Kane shudders against my body, and I feel his hot release as he comes deep inside of me.
For a moment, he remains lying on top of me, both of us breathing heavy. I feel like my bones have turned to jelly. My body almost weightless with post-orgasmic bliss.
Reality only comes crashing back down when Kane peels his sweaty body off mine, and I can see the look of regret in his eyes. His semi-hard cock slips out of my pussy, making me wince.
To make it even worse, he turns away from me as if he can’t bear looking at me right now, and I don’t understand why. Does he hate me? Was it bad? I felt him come inside me. All I know is that I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay with me, hold me, and kiss me. Instead, he walks into the bathroom, leaving me cold and confused.
“Are you ready to talk now?” Cash moves into my line of vision.
My gaze catches on his hand, which is stroking his already hard cock.
Am I ready?
What if I tell him the truth? Will he still fuck me? He might, but it won’t be the same. He wouldn’t be unhinged like he is now, and I want to share with Cash what I just shared with his brother. I can tell them the truth after, if there’s a chance. If they still want me after all the pieces have fallen.
“No,” I croak, barely recognizing my own voice.
He grins, and I shiver against the sheets. “I guess it’s my turn then.”