Page 90 of My Brother's Best Men
“Three times,” he purrs. “Your pussy must be so sore.”
His finger slides inside of me, stretching me, and I let out a heavy sigh.
“Which is why I’m going to take it easy on you,” he says with a chuckle. “At least, on that sweet pussy of yours.” He slides another finger inside of me and I wince. “Relax, kitten.”
And because this man knows just how to unravel me, I do.
I ease up as he scissors his fingers inside of me, stretching me, pumping me. When he pulls them out, I let out a soft whine, but soon enough I feel his fingers along my pussy, once again collecting Matthew’s cum.
And when Benny presses his cock between my cheeks, I don’t fight it. I don’t fight him. I can’t. My legs are numb and my brain is so hazy and foggy from all the love and intimacy I’ve just experienced.
“That’s my good girl,” Benny whispers in my ear as he starts to thrust inside me.
Matthew watches me intently as Benny pulls out, thrusting back inside of me with a steady, even rhythm. His ring rubs along the inside of my ass and it makes me see stars. I can already feelanother orgasm forming, and I cry out because I’ve never felt pleasure like this. I’ve never felt so much pleasure in all my life.
Benny holds my hips as Matthew kisses me and I can feel his cock pressing against me. Again. Wet and sticky and hard.
How does he do that? How does he have so much stamina for a man who’s had sex a handful of times in the last twenty-four hours?
It’s insane.
I don’t think twice about grabbing his cock, and Matthew chuckles as he kisses me. He pushes forward against my sex, and combined with the stretch of Benny filling me, I can’t help but moan in ecstasy because it all feels so good.
“You want him to fuck you again, don’t you?” Benny chuckles darkly.
Words are hard right now, but I manage to nod.
“You hear that, Matty? Our princess can’t get enough of your cock.”
Matthew lets out a laugh as he kisses me. “Feeling’s mutual.”
I tense because the heat of his voice is too much and I’m already stretched so thin. But I can’t deny that the idea, the thought, is sending my insides into overdrive.
Last night was a blur. A wonderful blur, and something inside of me broke. But now, there’s no alcohol to blame, and no ex-fiancé to stir up unwanted feelings, and…
There’s only us.
Benny, me, Matthew. Elijah who sleeps like the dead, apparently.
“I don’t know if I can take you both,” I whine as Benny slams into me.
He chuckles. “Well, only one way to find out.” He nods at Matthew. “Go slow. When I pull out, you push in. Got it?” His voice changes. It’s not bitter or commanding, but stern. Guiding.
And all at once I remember last night, when he had the same tone, when he was instructing Matthew on what he wanted to see.
But now I realize as Matthew slowly presses his cockhead inside of me, as Benny slowly pulls back, telling him “good boy,” that he wasn’t ordering Matthew last night. He was guiding him through his first time.
Just like he’s guiding him now, in this moment.
The realization makes my heart want to leap out of my chest as I remember Matthew’s words.“I had everyone who cared about me there.”
Before I can say anything, Benny pushes back inside me, and I feel like I’m going to rip in half. Because for the briefest moment, I feel them both filling me, stretching me, and it’s too much.
“I’m not going to last long,” Matthew says as he starts to build a slow rhythm. “Four is my limit.”
“Me either,” Benny says. “And I don’t think our princess is going to be able to take much more.”
I focus on my breath, and then I see Elijah, on his knees. Watching us intently, his cock gleaming with precum.
