Page 129 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
“Well then, I suppose you better tell him to get over here,” Freddie says.
“Please,” she says, and I don’t have to be told twice.
I practically sprint over to her.
Nora reaches for my neck, bringing me to her lips. My hand finds her stomach, fingers traversing through the soft mound of hairuntil I feel her swollen bud. I can also feel my brother’s cock where he enters her, but I try not to focus on that.
This isn’t about me or Tommy; it’s about Nora. It’s about what our girl wants. I pull her clit between my fingers as Tommy’s thrusts quicken. Freddie pushes her forward and the motion drives her closer to me.
“Relax,” he says, and I know what he’s aiming for. I break away, my gaze flashing beside me. I can see his gleaming dick, poised ready at her seam.
My own cock throbs as she takes it in her hand and I groan.
“That’s a good girl,” Freddie says, and she moans as I take her mouth against mine. Tommy shifts me over a bit, his low grunts and heavy thrusts telling me he’s close.
“Not yet,” he cries and Nora stills.
“That’s right, Tommy. Not yet,” Freddie says. “I want to feel the moment you come all over him.”
I groan, my balls drawing tight. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m not going to make it,” I say.
“Don’t you dare come first,” Freddie demands.
Tommy groans. “I don’t know if I c-can hold off.”
Nora chuckles, the sound sweet and smooth as silk.
She pulls Tommy to her lips. “Come for me, then, sweetheart.” She says it so sweetly, so purely, I can’t help but watch.
Freddie growls. “No, not yet.”
And then I hear her groan low and deep, and I just know.
“That’s it,” he mutters, seemingly forgetting any of us are here. His first thrust into her rocks the entire couch.
“Shit,” Tommy curses.
“Every time he thrusts, you’ll feel it,” I say. “And every time you do, it’ll push her back onto him.”
Tommy lets out a strained breath. “She’s so wet,” he cries. “And stretched…”
“Because she likes it, don’t you Nora?” I say with a smirk.
“You like how Freddie stretches your tight little ass? Like how Tommy fills your pussy with his big fat?—”
“Hey,” Tommy bites. “Don’t talk about my cock.” He stiffens. “You can say whatever you want, but leave my cock out of it.”
I chuckle. “Noted.”
I look at Nora, at her wide blue eyes and kiss-swollen lips. Her hand slowly strokes me, her thumb slipping through my precum.
“You like how they fill you.”
“Yes,” she says, her cheeks rosy and her voice strained.
“Say it louder, baby,” I tell her. “So they can hear you.”
Freddie thrusts into her, and his expression tightens. “No, not yet…” he mutters, and something flickers in Nora’s eyes.
