Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
Emily
Before I could think to say a word, both red lace bra cups were yanked down until they were tucked under my breasts, allowing them to be on full display.
My cheeks were hot, and my breathing was labored as I watched Brandon lick his lips as he took me in as if he wanted to commit the moment to his memory forever.
Just as I thought he would just keep on staring and never stop, he suddenly dove forward.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and reached out with both hands to grip my breasts in a firm hold.
With one hand kneading and rolling my nipple in a way that had my knees going weak, the other held my breast in offering for his mouth.
Tongue, teeth, lips, all were used to worship not just my nipple. Not an inch of my breast was left untouched. Then, as Brandon switched and took as much of my left breast in his mouth as he could and sucked, my knees buckled, and my whimpers started to grow into loud moans.
I felt my head being turned once again by Brayden’s large, firm hand.
Warm lips covered mine, pressing softly and then quickly moving to take the kiss deeper as if that short press of flesh against flesh set off an inferno of lust in him that he couldn’t—or wouldn’t contain.
His mouth was insistent as he pried my lips apart, dragging his tongue over the seam.
As I gasped at the wet heat of both brothers’ tongues on me at the same time, Brayden took advantage, plunging inside my mouth.
I felt like I was being devoured, taken, tasted, savored.
Both men let out deep rumbles from their chests, sounds that had heat travelling through my belly and settling between my thighs.
Even through the overwhelming feelings welling up, of being unable to even think beyond the buzzing filling my head, I could tell that my panties were growing damp.
No, they weren’t just damp. They were soaked.
Brayden broke the kiss, and my eyes fluttered as I tried to lift my lashes to see him through my hazy vision.
“How does it feel, Sunshine? Having my brother sucking on your tits?” I moaned at his words, said in that husky, lust-filled tone.
“Look at him,” he said, and I blinked, looking down to see Brandon worshiping my breasts, sucking on one while kneading the other, switching back and forth as if he couldn’t get enough.
“I bet he wishes they were filled with milk.
Would you like that? To have him draining the milk from your tits after being knocked up by one of us?”
His words should have thrown a bucket of ice water over my lust; instead, I let out a whimper and squeezed both my eyes and my legs together, trying to stave off the unexpected wave of heat that the dirty vision he planted in my mind caused.
I shook my head in denial, though even I could tell that it was weak.
“No.”
Brayden chuckled. “Liar. I can practically smell your pussy. I bet you’re wetter than you’ve ever been before, aren’t you, my dirty little slut?”
Why did him calling me that make my cheeks burn, but not in humiliation? Why did I want him to do it again? Oh my god, I was so messed up. I felt his chest vibrate against my back as he chuckled again.
“Are you going to keep denying it? Maybe I should check for myself. Brother,” he called out. “Stand up. Our dirty girl doesn’t want us to know that she’s turned on by the thought of us fucking her raw and putting a baby in her.”
Brandon reluctantly pulled back after giving me a final lick and stood to his feet, his lips swollen from the treatment he’d given my breasts.
His chest was heaving with desire, but it was the massive bulge in the front of his slacks that had my eyes going wide as I stood there, my arms still trapped behind me, tied by my boss’s silk tie and held by his brother’s firm grip.
Brayden hummed a slight sound of amusement coating his tone as he began walking me forward. “Look what you did to him, Sunshine. I’ve never seen my unshakable brother unable to control his lust before. But one taste of your gorgeous tits and he’s about to blow a load into his pants.”
I found myself being pushed face-first across the cool wood of the large desk and gasped at the sudden chill on my hardened and sensitive nipples.
I turned my head and laid my cheek against the wooden surface and stared.
Brandon was standing right next to the edge of the desk, his huge dick inches from my face, only covered by a couple of thin layers of fabric. I licked my lips.
“I think it’s only fair that you take care of his predicament since you’re the one who caused it.
Don’t you?” As Brayden’s words sank in, my eyes grew wide while at the same time, Brandon’s hand went to his bulge and cupped it, stroking it with a groan.
“Pull out your cock, brother,” Brayden coaxed.
I felt a hand slide up the back of my skirt and all the way up my inner left thigh until it reached my panties.
Then he traced a finger lightly over the fabric.
Before he even said what I knew he was going to next, my cheeks were flaming because there was no doubt what he found there. “Fucking soaked.”
His words were said with a husky groan, and he leaned into me, rubbing his own thick cock against my hip as he whispered into my ear. “It’s okay, Sunshine. I won’t tell anyone but Brandon what a dirty little whore you really are. It can be our secret.”
I closed my eyes in what should have been mortification as another wave of heat sent more wetness flooding my panties, and a throbbing ache settled deep inside me.
The hand that was tracing the seam of my panties moved and hooked onto the edge and began pulling.
Slowly, the lacy material began to slide off my hips, and my eyes popped back open.
I immediately forgot about them as my gaze zeroed in on my boss’s huge cock.
It was dark red, thick, and veiny. The head was purple and covered in clear liquid that was seeping from the slit.
Even as I watched, another bead of clear pre-come welled up before rolling over the side of the angry looking head of his cock. I’d wondered once or twice what a man tasted like in the past, but I’d never had the overwhelming desire to find out until that very moment.
I hadn’t realized my hands had been untied until I felt Brayden take one of my hands and guide it between my legs.
“Be a good little slut and get your fingers nice and wet. You’re going to use your own juices to help yourself take care of my brother.
” At his command, Brandon groaned, and his cock jerked, making another bead of pre-come ooze out of the tip.
My fingers found my opening, and for the first time since I walked into the room, I was actually embarrassed.
His dirty name calling hadn’t done it; they’d made me hot instead, but finding out that not only was I wet, but so drenched that I was practically dripping onto the floor had me wanting to disappear into the ether.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered as I clenched my fist and turned my face away in humiliation.
Two sets of hands began petting me softly until the stiffness that had taken over my body began to dissipate.