Page 128 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
Tommy’s face disappears in her hair, but his words are clear.
“I’ll make you come.”
I’ve never heard my brother sayanythingthat confidently, and seeing as I’m pretty sure he was a virgin as of last week, I’d garner he must’ve had a pretty good first run to be that confident.
I’m equal parts proud and turned on, because Freddie is right. I want to watch her come.
And I don’t care who does it. Because I know after they’re done, the gloves are off. I said I’d stand here and watch, but they both have another thing coming if they think I’m going to just watch them fuck my girl.
The finale is always the best, and I am, if anything, a bloody finale. I’m Rush Sterling, after all.
Freddie slides his cock along her seam and she nearly jumps.
“You like that, princess?” he asks, and for a moment, it’s like he forgets I’m here.
I watch as she looks at him, bright blue eyes full of need. And then she speaks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
My cock throbs at those words.
Yes, Daddy.
She says the words like she’s familiar with them, like they’ve done this song and dance before, which makes my cock throb all the more. My hand moves faster, the wet slapping sounds of me pumping my cock echoing in the room.
“Tommy…” Freddie calls out. “You good right now?”
Tommy mutters a mumbled “yes,” as Freddie runs his hand along Nora’s back. I watch as he brings his finger to his mouth—no,twofingers to his mouth—and licks them.
“Hurricane,” he says, looking at me, then at Tommy. “If I say it, you stop immediately.”
Tommy nods and I realize the severity of what Freddie saying.
My brother just told us his safeword.
Because stop doesn’t meanstopfor him. It means keep going.
I suck in a breath, because I would have never thought in a million years that Freddie would be intothat.
But when Nora nods, I know she’s heard this before and that…that makes my dick harder than it should.
Do I want to watch that?
Do I want to watch my brothers fuck our girl until one of them screams for mercy?
Yes.
Yes, I do, and then I want to fuck her until she screamsmyname.
But first, I need to play his game, so we can play mine.
“Rush,” she calls for me. I look at her, noticing the way she’s looking at me. She reaches her hand out.
“You want Rush, huh?” Freddie chuckles.
“Yes,” she says. His fingers breach her back entrance and I watch her gasp. Tommy’s thrusts are slow. Deep. He kisses her neck, her shoulders, her tits. I watch as her eyes fall shut, but her hand remains out, reaching for me.
“I want all of you,” she says, her voice tinged with lust and alcohol, and something so much more.
