Page 25 of Freaks Of Nature
“Yes.” I groan, bucking against his brother’s mouth. His chin is rough, long past a five o’clock shadow, and I don’t care if I’ll be sore later.
My release crests. I tense.
I’m teetering right at the edge when his tongue thrusts into me, his lips forming a hot seal as he sucks.
The orgasm rakes through me full force. Mason moans into me, the vibration adding to my high while I thrash with panting breaths.
He lets me ride out the wave against the sweep of his tongue before he straightens between my thighs.
His knees settle on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. My legs still slung over his shoulders, he takes my hands and guides them between us.
His teeth rake over his bottom lip in a deliberately slow drag, watching. “Hold yourself open for me,” he says, his voice a shade darker than Ash’s as he leads my trembling finger to my pussy.
Ash’s palms slide down my sides to cradle my ass. He gives my pelvis a tilt so I can see EVERYTHING.
Mason frees his cock.
His left hand at the back of my knee, he flicks his piercing over the tender nub at my clit.
I twitch from the jolts that shoot through my core on each pass.
His lips curl. He drags the pierced tip of his cock along my seam, relishing the trembles it draws from me as I glare up at him.
He lingers at my entrance, and I swear I catch him winking at me right before his grip on my knee tenses, and I feel the pressure.
My mouth opens to a silent gasp, but no air reaches my lungs. Mason spears me in one thrust. He used only his tongue to get me off, and my walls are not prepared for his size. I cry out, but he cuts my voice by crashing down on me. He steals my breath as he fills me so fucking deep.
With my legs up, he folds me in half. His thumb strokes my clit in rough circles, and his tongue fucks me as roughly as his thrusts. He pounds into me.
Hard bumps of more piercings along the top of Mason’s shaft register, adding to the stimulation of my already sensitive parts on each drive while Ash’s cock grinds against my backside. His hands rock my hips into his brother. There’s no escaping them. My walls clench and I come again.
Mason speeds up like he’s about to come too.
“Mace!” Ash’s voice carries a note of warning.
Mason ceases his assault, chuckling against my lips. “I think my brother wants to cut back in.” Then he pulls out.
My lips hang open. I brace myself against his chest as Mason takes me around the waist and picks me up like I weigh nothing.
Ash adjusts his position underneath me, lying flat on his back before his brother sets me down on his lap in reverse, my legs bent on either side, his cock probing my slit.
I sink down, taking the hard length he offers me.
Mason’s left hand cradles the base of my skull. Urging me onto my elbows, he grants me a closer view of his piercings. They’re not the same as Ash’s. Where the captive ball ring adorned his brother’s cock below the head, Mason has it at the base, a vertical barbell running through his skin at the tip instead.
And I was right about additional ones. I catch sight of four little beads at the halfway point of his shaft on top as he retreats to stand at the side of the bed.
My stomach forms a knot. I know where this is going.
Mason’s pupils are so large, his hooded eyes appear black. His right hand strokes his cock at my eye level, giving me time to take in its intimidating size.
“Stick out your tongue.” He guides the tip to my waiting mouth. “Let me see how far back I can reach.”
I comply, and he eases himself past my lips, sliding along the roof of my mouth all the way back.
“Watch those teeth,” he cautions.
I gag and force more air through my nose, keeping my jaw lax like before when my mouth closes around his thick base, meeting up with the ring piercing his skin there.
