6. Jolie #2
"Daddy's got you," Jarvis murmurs, his voice strained, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds back his control. "You're taking me so well. Look how perfect you are. Look how your body was made for this."
He sinks in another inch. Then another. Until I feel him against something deep inside me, a place no one has ever touched, and I cry out because it hurts and it feels like heaven and I never want him to stop.
"All of it," he breathes. "You're taking all of it, little girl. Every inch."
He bottoms out, his hips pressing against my inner thighs as he fills me completely, and I can't tell where I end and he begins with my vision blurring, my body trembling around him, and milk leaking from my breasts in slow, steady drips.
Jarvis leans over me, his forehead touching mine with hot and fast breath.
"You're mine now," he growls. "This tight little cunt is mine. This womb is mine. Every drop of milk, every moan, every tear. All of it belongs to us."
He pulls back slow, and the drag against my inner walls makes me scream from the sensitivity and intensity. Then he pushes back in just as slow, the pressure building again and climbing higher.
"Please," I beg. "Please, Daddy, I need..."
"What do you need?"
"More. Harder. Please, I need you to move."
He starts a deep, steady rhythm, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that makes my legs jerk and my breath catch as the desk creaks beneath us, papers scatter, and a pen rolls off without me caring about anything except the way he moves inside me, claiming and stretching me with every stroke.
Jett moves around to the side. He sheds his clothes quickly, his henley and jeans falling to the floor, and then he is naked too, just as beautiful and dangerous as his brother. He climbs onto the desk, kneeling beside my head, and his cock is right there, thick and hard and straining toward me.
"Open," he says.
I do. I turn my head and take him into my mouth, and the taste of him is salt and skin and raw need. He groans, his hand fisting in my hair, and he guides me, shallow thrusts that match the rhythm Jarvis is setting below.
I'm full at both ends with Jarvis inside me and Jett in my mouth, the feeling so overwhelming that I can't think, only feel and take and give.
Jarvis's hand slides between us and finds my clit, circling it with his thumb as the pleasure spikes sharp and I moan around Jett's length, the vibration making him curse.
"Fuck, sunshine. Your mouth is perfect. Just like your little pussy. We're going to use you like this every night. Fill you up until you can't remember what empty feels like."
Jarvis's thrusts get harder and deeper, the desk scraping across the floor as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper, making him snarl.
"Greedy girl," he pants. "You want more? You want Daddy to fill you up? You want me to breed you?"
I pull off Jett just enough to gasp, "Yes, please Daddy, fill me and breed me. I want everything."
Jarvis's control snaps.
He grabs my hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, and starts fucking me in earnest with hard, deep thrusts that shake my whole body as the sound of skin slapping fills the office.
I'm sobbing and crying, milk spraying from my breasts with every impact until Jett catches it, leaning down to suckle while he strokes himself, drinking from me as his brother claims what's left.
"So close," Jarvis growls. "You're going to come on my cock, little girl. You're going to milk my seed out of me just like you're milking those pretty tits. Come for Daddy. Come now."
He pinches my clit.
I shatter.
The orgasm hits unlike anything I've ever felt, starting where Jarvis pounds into me and exploding outward in a violent, pulsing wave that convulses my whole body.
My inner walls clamp down and squeeze rhythmically, milking him just like he said, and Jarvis roars as he thrusts deep one last time, holding there while I feel him pulsing inside me, hot and thick, flooding me with everything he promised.
"That's it," he groans. "Take it. Take every drop. Let Daddy fill you up."
Jett moves fast, pulling me up and turning me around on the desk until I'm on my hands and knees with my legs shaking and milk dripping from my breasts onto the leather blotter. Before I can catch my breath, he's behind me with his hands gripping my hips, pushing inside in one long, hard thrust.
I scream.
He's different from Jarvis, angrier and more desperate without his brother's patience, and he's been waiting too long.
He sets a brutal pace, fucking me so hard my arms give out and my cheek presses against the cool wood of the desk, still full of Jarvis's release and sensitive and swollen as Jett's thickness rubs against every nerve Jarvis woke up.
"Look at you," Jett snarls. "Look at you taking us both. You were made for this, sunshine. Made to be fucked. Made to be bred. Made to be kept."
Jarvis moves in front of me. He is still hard, still wet from me and from his release. He kneels on the desk and lifts my head, guiding himself back into my mouth. I taste us together, me and him, salt and sweetness and something primal, and I moan around him.
Jett's hand comes around to cup my breast. He squeezes, and milk sprays out, coating his fingers. He brings them to his mouth and sucks, groaning. "Her milk tastes even better when she's full of cum. She's going to be dripping with us. Marked inside and out."
Jarvis pulls out of my mouth. He moves beneath me, sliding onto the desk until he is on his back, and then he pulls me down on top of him. I'm straddling him, confused and dizzy, but he guides me with strong hands.
"Again," he says. "I need to feel you again. I need to be deeper."
He positions me over him and pulls me down.
I sink onto his cock, and the angle is different.
Deeper. I cry out because I'm sensitive, so sensitive, but he doesn't stop.
He pulls me down until I'm lying flat against his chest, my breasts pressed to his skin, milk smearing between us in warm, sticky trails.
Jett is behind me. I feel his hands on my ass, spreading me, and then his fingers are there, wet with my arousal, circling that other entrance. I tense, my breath catching.
"Shh," Jett murmurs. "Not tonight, but soon. We're going to have every part of you, Jolie—every hole, every drop, everything."
He replaces his fingers with his cock. He pushes back into my core from behind, and the feeling of both of them inside me, separated by only a thin wall, makes me see stars.
I'm stretched beyond anything I thought possible.
I'm so full I can't breathe. I can't do anything but take it and feel it and let them use me.
They move together in a rhythm that destroys me, not perfectly synced but close enough—when Jarvis pushes up, Jett pulls back, and when Jett thrusts deep, Jarvis holds still and lets me feel every inch.
They are using me and worshipping me, and I'm lost in the middle of them, where I've always been meant to be.
"You're ours," Jarvis growls against my mouth. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasp. "I'm yours."
"We're going to fill you every day," Jett pants behind me. "Pump you full of our seed until your belly swells. You're going to carry our babies, Jolie. You're going to be so full of us you'll never feel empty again."
The words tip me over, and I come again harder as my body convulses between them, milk gushing onto Jarvis's chest in hot, rhythmic spurts while he curses and thrusts up, coming inside me again, followed seconds later by Jett burying himself to the hilt and groaning my name as he floods me from behind.
I collapse between them, sweating and shaking and leaking milk and their release, feeling more complete than ever.
The thirty days mean nothing, the calendar is ash, and the belief that I'm too much or a burden or will be left behind cracks completely.
I'm not too much for these men. I'm exactly enough.
For a long moment, no one moves, and only our harsh, ragged breathing fills the quiet office while Jarvis's heart pounds against my ear and Jett's forehead rests between my shoulder blades.
Then Jarvis moves.
He is still inside me, still hard enough that I twitch when he shifts, and his hand grips my chin to force my head up until I'm looking into his dark, possessive eyes, terrifying and safe all at once.
"You're not leaving in twenty days," he says. His voice is a growl, rough and absolute. "You're not leaving ever. This is your home. We are your home."
He thrusts slightly, just enough to make me gasp, to remind me that he is still claiming me even now.
"Say you understand," he commands. "Say you're ours."
I look at him. I look at this man who has destroyed every wall I built, who has fed from my body and filled my womb and made me feel like I am enough. The life I thought I was going back to is a ghost. These men are real. This is real.
"I understand," I whisper. My voice is steady. It doesn't shake. "I'm yours. Both of yours. Forever."
Jarvis's eyes flash. He leans up and kisses me, deep and slow, a seal on everything we just did. Jett wraps his arms around both of us, holding us together, and I feel his lips press against my spine.
"Forever," Jett echoes. "That's the only countdown that matters now."
I close my eyes and let them hold me, pinned between their bodies, filled with their release, marked in every way a woman can be marked.