My lips pull to the side, and I arch a brow in defiance as his brother fucks me.
Otto grabs my jaw with one hand. “I don’t want to ask you again,” he threatens.
My mouth drops open and I glare at him as he slides against my tongue. The taste of his salty precum makes me moan, and his hand gently begins to brush my hair away from my face.
“I’m getting close,” Otto murmurs.
Max grunts as he rolls his hips behind me, driving into me with a forceful and steady rhythm. One of his hands comesaround to my clit, and I let out a low groan around Otto’s shaft when Max begins to tease me between two fingers.
“Fuck,” Max rasps. “Your cunt is so fucking tight, despite being such a whore.” I close my eyes as pleasure surges through me at his words. “That’s it. Your pussy doesn’t want to let go of my cock when I call you a whore. Is that what you are? My whore?”
“Our whore,” Otto responds, thrusting into my mouth. “There you go, darling. I’m going to come?—”
His cock thickens, and it begins to throb against my tongue. I make sure I swallow with each pulse as hot jets of cum slide down my throat. He moans as his fingers fist my hair, holding his cock deep inside of my throat as he finishes.
He pulls out quickly as Max grabs my hips and flips me over. He hovers over me, holding himself up with thick, sculpted muscles that stretch his dress shirt in a way that makes me circle my hips slightly, waiting for him.
“So needy,” he says, smirking.
Before he can fuck me again, he spreads my legs and lowers himself to my cunt, dipping his head as his tongue slides up my slick cleft.
“You taste so fucking good,” Max says, making a slurping sound.
My back arches as he continues his ministrations, and I see Otto walk around to where his brother is feasting on me. Where Max is built and has more muscles, Otto is leaner. His arms are corded, but his body reminds me of a statue. Having both of them want to be with me…
“What does she taste like?” Otto asks.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Max asks as he flicks his tongue against my swollen bud.
Otto drops to his knees and crawls up next to his brother, taking one of my knees and moving it even further to the side.
“I suppose we can share, brother,” he says, looking up at me through dark lashes.
Oh, fuck.
“Yes, please, please—” My voice is strained, and I know I’m begging, but I don’t even care. My muscles are coiled tight, ready to release, and as Max uses his tongue to get me close, Otto dips his head and sniffs loudly.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls. One of his fingers slides into my cunt, and then he dips his head down to my clit and begins to suck.
My hands fly to the duvet, gripping it tightly as the two of them work together. Max’s tongue is firm and flat, whereas Otto uses the tip to tease me and uses his finger to massage my inner walls.
“Oh god,” I whine, lifting my hips.
“Such a spoiled, little slut,” Otto mutters. “Come for us, Astern.”
“Oh, fuck?—”
Max’s tongue presses against my clit, laving it back and forth as Otto inserts another finger.
I shatter and explode, crying out as my body convulses. Max’s hands hold me down as my body jumps, and I see Otto stroking himself as I come down from the high. I’m still panting as Max stands, pulling my hips to the edge of the bed and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“My turn,” he growls.
His long, blond hair is pulled back into a low bun, but a piece comes out from behind his ear. His muscles strain against his clothes, and despite being more serious than Otto, there’s something gentle and caring in his gaze.
And good god… his body could make women weep.
Otto stands behind his brother as he strokes himself. “Fuck, little minx. You’re going to make me come twice tonight.”
