Chapter 27
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Ezra
Perfection.
There’s no other word for the sight in front of me. For Berlyn.
She’s so responsive to our every touch, completely giving herself over to us. It’s impossible to not consume her, devour every bit of the pleasure she’s offering up to us on a silver platter.
Her white dress hangs loosely off her shoulders, giving Jude and West access to her tits while the bottom is bunched over her hips, showing off how wet she is. The white fluffy tail and floppy ears a constant reminder of the way she gave herself to us before she was even sure if she should.
She deserves everything and she wants, and what she wants is for us to fuck her.
I stroke my hand down her spine, making her whole body shiver. “We’ll get there,” I promise her, nodding to West who’s gripping himself through his sweats. Jude moves over, no longer stroking her clit and making room for West to step in front of her.
Gripping her hips, I guide Berlyn down to her knees. She looks up at West standing in front of her, his hand wrapped around his large bulge. He grips her chin lovingly and I stroke my hands over her hips and back, praising her for following directions so well.
Without having to be pushed, she reaches up to West’s waistband, pulling his sweats down and freeing his hard cock. It bobs next to her face making me groan as she grips it in her hand.
West looks even thicker and longer with her small hand wrapped around him. She pumps her hand up and down his length and his entire body shudders, throwing his head back as she gets comfortable on her knees for him.
Fucking hell.
I knew this was going to be hot. But the tail, the ears, the mask.
It’s almost too much to handle as I watch my girl pleasure my brother.
My own cock is hard as steel, begging for attention but I can’t tear my attention away from the scene in front of me long enough to do anything but grab myself through my sweats.
“Show us how good you swallow, Baby Girl,” Jude says, his voice thick with lust.
Berlyn adjusts her knees under herself, gripping Weston tighter and bringing him to her lips. She kisses the head of his cock and his head leans down and cocks to the side as he watches her open her mouth and dart her tongue round his head.
Such a fucking tease.
As fun as the masks are, I wish I could see the fire burning in West’s eyes as he watches her guide his dick to her mouth and swallow him down. His moan makes my own cock twitch in excitement and I can barely hold back.
The bunny ears flop with every bob of Berlyn’s head on West’s cock, the tail twitching as she craves more.
Jude frees himself from his pants and begins to stroke himself to match the pace she sets for West and I can’t tear my eyes away from them.
I trail my hand down past her tail and to her cunt to find her even wetter than immediately after she came. There’s no other way to describe it other than dripping. She moans around West as I find her clit.
There’s no waiting possible anymore. Years of holding back for this moment shred the last bit of control I have. “You’re doing so good,” I praise, pushing my sweatpants down and stepping out of them and dropping to my knees.
Gripping her hips, I pull them back forcing a curve in her back as her ass pops out enticingly. She grabs onto West’s thighs to help her balance. “Hold him tightly because I’m not going to be gentle,” I warn, sliding the tip of my dick through her folds.
Dear god, it’s better than I ever could have imagined.
She nods, bobbing on West’s cock and he curses above us both.
Holding her hip with one hand, I use the other to guide my dick to her entrance and thrust roughly in one long hard stroke until I feel the fluffy tail against my pelvic bone. She moans and I curse.
There’s never been anything that has felt as good as this moment. Every nerve ending lights on fire as I feel her wet heat wrap around my aching cock. My mind blanks as I fuck Berlyn, snapping my hips desperate to feel her as deeply as she’s marked me.
The need to mark her in return making me nearly feral as her body rocks between me and my brother.
Berlyn reaches her hand out to Jude and he steps closer letting her wrap her small hand around his length. Fuck, she’s taking all three of us.
Effusive praise slips past my lips, words that hardly make sense but make her tighten around me a little bit more with each one. She’s so close to another orgasm, and the need to feel her gush around my dick is an evergrowing desperation.
I wrap my hand around her throat and West’s whole body shudders as her throat tightens around his length.
“Berlyn,” he moans her name like she’s the goddess of his salvation. Perhaps she is. For all of us.
“Come for her, West baby,” I tell him, and I’ve never wanted to kiss the man more in my life. Both of us inside our girl, sharing her between us. Nothing has ever felt so right. Waiting for her to be our first was the right call. The only call.
His breathing stutters and then I can feel her swallowing him down as I grip her throat tighter. When he pulls free from her, there’s a slick pop and she’s left panting. I slow my hips, pulling free from her and giving her a chance to catch her breath.
Only for a moment. Then I’m lifting her off the ground and flipping her in my arms. I want to look her in the eyes, see every expression that flashes across her face as I fuck and fill her.
Her cheeks are flushed as she stares up at me, those perfect lips parted in shock, begging to be kissed, licked. Bit. “I’m going to fill you up with my come and Jude is going to eat it out of you,” I promise her right as I impale her on my cock.
She throws her head back, her long hair tickling my skin as I fuck her hard and fast. A race to keep the promise I just made.
Berlyn’s tits bounce and sway and there’s so much I want to do with her I can barely keep my thoughts straight. I lift her up and down, dragging her up and down my dick.
“Please, please, please,” she begs, her desire dripping down and soaking my balls. She’s so fucking slick, so goddamn perfect. “Ezra,” she cries and there’s a tingle in the base of my spine.
“Take my mask off,” I say, not speaking to anyone in particular, but it’s Jude who rips his own off first and then moves to take mine off. They’re both dropped to the ground somewhere behind me, not that I can bring myself to care.
“Berlyn,” I moan, making her eyes light up as her eyes meet mine. She clamps down around me and Jude moves behind her, taking some of her weight as he kisses up her shoulder and neck. I catch her lips with mine and taste West on her tongue as I swallow down her moans.
Warmth soaks me as her pussy pulses around me, making the growing pressure in my spine explode as my balls draw up and I come inside of her.
Fuck. “You’re better than anything I ever could have dreamed up,” I pant in her ear, holding her close to me and loving the way she wraps her arms around my neck like she never wants to let go.
Jude continues to trail kisses over her skin and West stands back, watching every minute, his cock already hardening all over again. I fear Berlyn won’t be getting much of a break tonight at all.
I slip free from her cunt, and pepper kisses over her forehead. Her soft smile unlocks something in my chest that I can’t put a name to.
More than love. More than obsession. More than adoration.
It’s something primal and pure unfurling that will never be undone or lessened. A need and connection that I’ll never be able to live without.
But she’s only had two orgasms so far and we have a record to beat.
I nod to Jude over her shoulder as she kisses my shoulder.
The soft touches quickly turn sharp when her teeth sink into my flesh in response to Jude dropping to his knees behind her and cleaning up the mess I made.
I chuckle, lifting her higher to give him better access.
Jude brushes against my over sensitive cock as he licks her cunt from behind, swallowing the mix of both our come dripping from her. It doesn’t take long before she’s shaking and crying in my arms, this orgasm quick and fast, slamming into her like a tidal wave.
West rises to his feet, his cock fully erect once more. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs and Berlyn opens her eyes to find him. Her lips push out in a pout when she finds his mask still in place.
His laugh rumbles through his chest and he removes it, taking her into his arms. I hate the loss of contact, but fuck if I don’t love the way the two of them look together too. “I want your sweetness on my tongue,” he says softly and Berlyn whimpers.
A real goddamn whimper.
“You can take it,” he promises and she looks unsure even as she moves her hips in invitation.
“Look how hard you made Jude,” he instructs and her attention turns to where Jude is still on his knees for her, looking up at her. Precome drips from the tip of his dick and I lick my lips as he squeezes his cock and more drips down his hard length.
We promised each other all our focus would be on Berlyn, at least at first. But fuck, he looks so damn good, so needy. Imagining fucking him isn’t new to me, but shit. The fantasy is a hell of a lot closer now.
“Imagine how good he’s going to feel inside you,” West continues, his voice so soft and low it has this hypnotizing quality to it and I forget he’s talking to Berlyn and not to me.
Berlyn nods but West is already shaking his head. “Words,” he demands and the irony will never be lost on me that he’s the one pushing her. I love this side of him though, the side that only ever comes out with her.
Meanwhile, it’s the quietest I’ve ever seen Jude who is normally so damn vocal we have to try and make him shut his mouth.
We’re all completely lost in the fantasy she is.
“You’re gonna fuck my brother like my good girl, aren’t you, Berlyn?”
She nods, but her tongue darts out moistening her lips before he can reprimand her again. “I need him,” she sighs.