“Beautiful,” Cain says as he unzips his pants, his other hand trails down my stomach until he reaches the promised land.
“Get on up,” he says. I hold his huge cock steady as I lower myself onto him, hearing both men groan as I do.
“Fuck,” Cain mutters as I take him in.
“Just stay like that,” he says as he leans me back as far as the dashboard will let me go and rubs my clit, causing my walls to clench his cock.
I moan as lean back farther, wanting him to flick faster.
“Bounce,” Abel orders, and I slowly ride Cain, his head is back, pure enjoyment written on his face. He never stops rubbing my clit and soon I’m coming, my juices coating his cock, my walls clenching him as he takes over the thrusts, I hold myself steady on the dashboard and watch his cock slide in and out in fascination.
“Fuck,” he moans as he falls over the edge, kissing me like he needed air from me.
“Fuck me,” Abel moans, one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on his cock.
“Did you stroke yourself while driving?” Cain raises an eyebrow at him.
“I did. I wish I had been a part of that,” he admits.
“Later when we stop for the night,” Cain promises as I slide back into the back seat, and put my leggings back on.
A short time later, I’m asleep. I also missed all the fun.
Abel
I pull into the driveway to the place I used to call home. I guess it still is, but I’m not sure how I feel about being here.
“Abel,” Turner, my father’s butler greets me at the door. I nod as I pull Joelle along with me. She’s been gawking at the size of the house since it came into view. I’ll take her on a tour later, right now my father is waiting.
“You know where he is,” Turner chuckles as he shuts the door and returning to his work or whatever he does.
“I’m kind of nervous,” Joelle whispers and I squeeze her hand for reassurance. I got her.
Cain knocks and when we here enter, we do, keeping Joelle behind us. I’m not sure what mood my father is in.
“Abel, you’ve returned home,” my father greets me. Marco is leaning against the wall watching us.
“I did, upon your request,” I nod.
“I see you brought someone,” he murmurs, standing to his full height and approaching us. I tense and I know Cain is too.
“Step forward, child,” he says, his voice dark, and us saying no means nothing.
Joelle steps around us and stops in front of him, I can see her trembling and I want to reach out and hold her, but now is not the time.
“She’s beautiful, Marco,” he addresses her father.
“Thank you, boss,” Marco says.
“You’re the one that kept my boy from me?” He asks her.
“I….” she stutters and my father stops her.
“It wasn’t only you. You were a plus. He did things for the family, proving he would give his life for us. I’m sure you’re aware of all of it by now.”
She nods.
“What are your plans, Abel?”
