Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
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C ora
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Y es. Yes. Yes.
I want whatever Kian said. I want it now, despite the fear of what it would feel like to take their cocks inside me. Dear god, two of Kian’s fingers stretch me beyond my body’s capacity—how am I going to take their cocks when they’re that size? But the fever inside me overrides everything.
We’ll make it fit. Sinclair’s words.
Kian scoops me up and carries me to the bedroom, where he lays me down on the bed. I don’t have to search for Flinn and Sinclair because they’re already there.
Kian’s lips travel from my jaw to my breasts, over to my stomach, and finally to my pussy.
My back arches, and my unrestrained moan echoes around the room as he opens his mouth on me, taking my clit between his lips, running his tongue between my folds, and scooping out my wetness until I come.
He drinks it, then pours my essence over me so it trickles to my bottom hole.
I’m shaking from my orgasm, but Kian sucks me again, not giving me a moment to recover.
From the corner of my eye, I see Flinn and Sinclair taking off their clothes until they’re completely, gloriously naked, blinding me with their virile beauty.
They’re made up of eight-pack abs, muscles, and tattoos.
Their cocks, veiny and glistening, are so thick and hard—
My thoughts disintegrate as Kian makes me come again the instant Sinclair and Flinn take themselves in hand. I lose my breath and thrash around on the bed as Kian separates my folds, opening me up completely.
I turn blood red, as he can see the way my pussy spasms from my orgasm. Then he sticks his tongue into me, and I fly apart. I can’t take this anymore.
I try to scoot away, but Flinn and Sinclair slip in beside me. Kian licks me without taking a breath while his adopted brothers take turns ravishing my mouth and teasing my nipples with their teeth. When I wail as another orgasm wrecks me, they feed me their pre-cum, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Please,” I beg, and this time they give in to me.
Kian rises from between my legs. I’m too far gone to feel embarrassed about the wet spot I’m leaving on the bed. He removes his shirt, unbuckles his belt, and pulls down the zipper of his pants, and finally stands before me completely naked, mesmerizing me all over again with his beauty and power.
They’re going to break me, but I can’t even care right now.
Kian towers over me, laying his thick cock on my pussy. The weight of him sends me into another whirlwind of sensation.
I want that weight inside me. Feverishly, I lift his cock and guide it to my entrance. My eyes widen, and I know fear reels from my pupils.
He is so thick that even parting my folds does nothing to accommodate the head of his shaft.
“Fuck,” Kian says, pulling out.
I look down between our bodies to see his hand wrapped around his cock, ribbons of his pre-cum dripping onto my open pussy.
My body knows the taste and now craves it any way I can get it.
I lift myself up, clinging to him as he slips his cock into me.
“Please do it now.” My voice is strained, frenzied, and frustrated all at once.
“Cora,” Kian says. “You’re ours.”
My head lifts off the pillow. I pound my fists into his chest as he splinters me apart, stretching me, binding his cock to my walls.
I cry openly as he thrusts his dense bulk into me, kissing my entire face with such profound gentleness at the same time.
I lay there rigid, my breaths scattered, my nails digging into his biceps.
“Move, Cora,” Kian says.
I shake my head, but then I do. Just a little, and then a little more. And just when I think he can’t go any further inside me, Kian penetrates me fully, reaching into the deepest part of me as he takes my virginity.
My breaths are labored. My body doesn’t know what to do until it does. Kian draws his cock from me and then thrusts back inside. He does this over and over again until I’m delirious, until the walls of my pussy cave in and I clutch him so hard that I orgasm all over him.
But nothing can prepare me for having Kian come inside me. I’m transfixed by the way his eyes darken and his jaw sets as he empties himself within me.
“Cora,” he says, dropping his head to mine before kissing me deeply.
He slips from me, and I know Flinn is next. I don’t wait for the empty feeling to settle in. I wrap my arms around Flinn’s shoulders and let him take the same passage into my body as Kian did. Slowly, my discomfort shifts into something else—something more empowered, more feminine.
“Sweet, sweet Cora,” Flinn says as he drags his cock from me, then uses his head against my clit. My back arches as I feel his slit opening on the bundle of nerves that is my clit. It’s sublime, and just before I can climax, Flinn enters me fully, showering my own orgasm with his cum.
“Cora,” he says, kissing me as he pulls out.
“Hey, beautiful,” Sinclair says as he slowly puts his cock inside me, then slips out again. Every entry of theirs into my body opens a new level of craving. I don’t feel pain anymore, just hunger.
“Do you want me to go slow?” he asks with that sinful smile of his.
I wrap myself around him, anchoring his cock to me with an iron grip.
But my power trip doesn’t last long. Sinclair grabs my nipple into his mouth and slips his hand between our bodies.
He grips my clit between his fingers, and I’m forced to suck in a huge breath.
The instant I do, Sinclair takes charge.
My nipple burns under his teeth, my clit is going to explode under his touch, and my pussy bursts into a raging orgasm as he fucks me with such deliberateness that I lose my mind.
Exhausted, I fall into their arms. Just like the night before, I’m bathed, fed, and put to bed, only to be taken again and again. And then one more time.
But just as sleep beckons, a thought—a warning—tries to break through the edges of my mind. Every time I try to grasp it, I relive their kisses, their touches. But this time it sticks.
Kian.
My mind races to call up his face as he had me pinned against the wall, his fingers inside me.
Kian.
Oh god. My heart stops.
I saw you.
But how could he? I’ve never seen him again after that one time at the Anderson ranch when they were coming out from a meeting.
They were heading back to their car and enthralled by the tall men who moved with the grace of apex predators, I followed them, hiding behind the sugar maple trees lining the property.
Is that when he saw me? Blood pounds in my head. I can’t think straight lying in their arms at some ungodly hour.
What does this mean? If he saw me... does he know?
No.
All he knows is that I’m one of the Anderson daughters.
If he knew more, I would be dead by now.