Page 75 of Addicted
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“DO IT FOR ME” BYROSENFELD
LARK
“You want to be filled with Tailor boy cum, Dove?”
What little breath I had in my lungs catches, a small gasp leaving my lips when Tarl pulls out of my dripping pussy.
“Yes.” My voice is a heady whisper, my throat raw from Knox’s tight grip, but there was no stopping my answer.
The merry buzz I felt from Aeron’s whiskey has been fucked out of me, to be replaced by the afterglow of my orgasm, and the anticipation of more.
“Then crawl to me on your hands and knees like our good little slut. Show me you want mine and my brother’s dicks to fill you up until you can’t breathe.”
My breathing picks up as I get to my feet, my legs trembling with the adrenaline that pumps through me. Holding Aeron’s stare, I slowly sink to my knees, then place my hands on thefloor, grateful for the soft, Persian rug that covers this part of the concrete floor.
“Now that is a beautiful fucking sight, pussy swollen and leaking cum,” Knox states, his voice low and gruff. More of Tarl’s release and my own slicks my thighs at his words. These boys know how to rile a girl up until she’s fucking desperate for dick.
“Such a beautiful, fuck doll,” Jude whispers next to me, his lips ghosting over my naked shoulder and sending shivers skittering across my skin. “Purple really is your color.” His fingers skim the bruises on my arms, marks that Knox left with his fists less than a week ago. “I can just imagine a necklace of these gracing that long neck of yours, Nightingale.”
I swallow hard at the suggestion, my thighs clenching at the thought of it.
“She likes that idea,” Tarl comments, his voice lazy behind me. “Look how her cunt flutters at the thought of hands wrapped around her beautiful throat.”
Oh lordt.
“Come to me, Dove, and if you’re really good, maybe we’ll see about that necklace,” Aeron orders, his tone confident and drawling. He’s sitting in his chair like a king on a throne, knees wide like he needs all that space for his dick.
Spoiler alert; he does.
Licking my lips, I do as he says, crawling on my hands and knees, giving the others the perfect view of my soaked pussy. I hold Aeron’s gaze as I do, coming to a stop between his splayed thighs and sitting back on my heels.
“Good girl,” he praises, and it’s like a fire has been lit inside me, my body warming at his words. “Now, take me out and use your mouth to tell me how desperate you are for my cock.”
With fumbling fingers, I reach forward, undoing the belt on his navy blue slacks, letting it fall to the sides as I unbutton and then unzip his pants. The room is silent aside from my pantingbreaths as I reach inside his black boxer briefs and wrap my hand over his hard, velvety length. God, he really does have a fucking nice dick, the piercing at the end glinting as I pull him out, leaving his pants and underwear on. Seems I’m following orders tonight.
Leaning forward, I bring my mouth to his head, my tongue darting out as if on instinct and licking up the warm, salty drop of pre-cum. A low purr sounds in his chest, so I repeat the move, licking and lapping at just the head until it glistens.
“Fucking hell, Dove,” he rasps, that warm, fuzzy feeling in my center returning at how I can make this powerful man come undone with a few swipes of my tongue. His fingers dig into the arms of the chair, his drinks glass on the small side table, forgotten. “That tongue.” I roll my eyes upwards and look as his hooded eyes watch me with rapt attention. Not looking away, our stares locked, I open my mouth and take him inside, using my tongue to massage him as I swallow him down. “Fuuuuck!” he growls, and then there’s a warmth at my back, fingers tangling in my hair as someone pushes me further down, making me gag as my lips meet Aeron’s base.
“That’s it, Nightingale. Swallow all of my brother’s cock. Let me use your head to fuck him like you’re his personal toy.” Jude’s voice is coaxing, his tone soft and at odds with the way he uses the grip on my hair to pull me up, then slams me back down on Aeron’s dick.
“Shit, Jude,” Aeron moans, and tears stream down my cheeks as I watch him tip his head back. My hands grasp his thighs, which are as solid as the cock in my mouth as Jude makes good on his word and fucks Aeron with my mouth.
He pauses, my head pulled back enough to allow me to draw some air into my screaming lungs. I moan long and low when I feel Jude at my entrance, pushing his way inside my heated channel with ease.
“Tarl lubed you up real good for me, Nightingale,” he grits out, his own voice strained as he seats himself fully.
I whimper as he moves inside me, pulling out only to thrust back in. He has one hand on my hip, holding me steady for him as the other pushes and pulls my head on his brother’s cock. Delicious sensations of rapture start to wash over me, sweeping across my entire body, and I relax, letting the Tailor brothers use me as they like.
Curses and grunts add to the slapping of our bodies, filling the room with the obscene sounds of our fucking, and I know that I’ll be lucky if I can talk or walk tomorrow with how hard these boys are fucking me.
Aeron suddenly goes rock-solid in my mouth, his hands coming up over Jude’s as he forces my head all the way down. With a shouted curse, he comes, pouring his release down my spasming throat.
“Your turn, little broken bird,” Jude murmurs in my ear, his hand leaving my head to find my clit. He wastes no time, rubbing and flicking as he fucks me from behind, and soon I’m screaming around Aeron’s cock as I crash into a sea of bliss.
Jude keeps up his assault on my body, prolonging my pleasure until I’m whimpering and twitching when he finds his own climax, pushing into me a final time and filling me up with his cum. Just like Aeron promised.
