Under Two Billionaire Brothers - jewel crotan (books to read in your 30s .TXT) 📗

against her body. At some point her top and bottoms had been completely removed, and the knowledge that she was naked, in a McKnight sandwich, almost sucked the air out of her lungs.

Ian moved closer to her and she felt his cock slide between her slightly parted thighs, rubbing along her cleft. Even after the explosive orgasm they gave her, she felt herself growing wet again. Max’s shaft pressed against the crease of her ass and his lips found the back of her neck. Max pushed her hair all the way off her shoulders to give him better access to her sensitive flesh. She wanted to feel both of them moving inside of her, but she wanted to do something for them first, something she had thought about while she touched herself. Pushing away, she admired the view of the two of them sprawled on the bed. Their dicks were like iron rods, lying on their ribbed stomachs, reaching their belly buttons. The thick veins that ran the underside of their erections throbbed harder the longer she stared at them.

“You keep looking at us like that and I don’t think we’ll make it all night, sweetheart.” She lifted her eyes to Max and saw him grin. His hand gripped his shaft and he started stroking himself. Her lips tingled to taste all that male flesh. A look at Ian proved he was watching her intently. She had a feeling he could read her better than anyone ever had.

“If you want it so much, why don’t you come and get it?” Ian grabbed the base of his cock with his big hand and stroked it root to tip. Just like his brother, Max watched her like he knew what she was thinking, like he knew exactly what she wanted.

“Come here, Lola.” God, their voices -- so deep and rough -- made her insides quake. She crawled over to Ian on her hands and knees. He spread his legs so that she could fit between them and held his shaft up for her waiting mouth. Max ran his hand down her spine and she looked over at him through the tangle of her hair. He was running his palm up and down his length, his eyes on her mouth.

“Come on, baby. Open up and swallow my cock.” Licking her lips, she started to descend. When she was close enough to smell the masculine scent of his cock she stopped and took a fortifying breath. He grabbed the mass of her hair and lifted it up, piling it in curls on top of her head. She knew what he was doing, and knew he didn’t want an obstructed view of her giving him head.

Max’s hand drifted lower and lower until he was palming one of her ass cheeks. He slipped his hand between the crease and started running the pad of his finger over her slick pussy, bringing the wetness to her anus. When she felt her back hole become good and lubed, he pressed inward and she felt what little resistance she had back there break. The first knuckle slipped in and then the second. She couldn’t do anything but close her eyes and ride out the wicked feelings his finger in her ass caused within her. When she felt him start to insert a second finger, Ian decided to rub the tip of his dick along her lips. She opened immediately and engulfed the crowned head. The salty taste of him exploded in her mouth and she hummed her approval. He was thick and so very long that she couldn’t swallow as much as she liked. He bumped the back of her throat and her eyes watered at the brief feeling of a lack of oxygen. It was a frightening and exciting sensation.

Over and over she sucked him, wanting to taste his cum, wanting him to let go of his load so she could guzzle it down. Max worked his fingers in and out of her, scissoring those thick digits, preparing her for a good hard fuck in her ass.  “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock good and deep.” Ian gripped her hair tighter, using the strands as leverage as he fucked her mouth. His hips were lifting in time with her retreating mouth and his grunts of satisfaction were growing closer and closer together. She knew he was close, but right when she felt a thick jet of pre-cum dance along her tongue, he pulled her head back. His dick slipped from between her lips, his eyes riveted to the sight. He leaned in and ran his tongue along first her bottom lip and then her top. He didn’t kiss her again, but continued to lick her lips, causing them to swell even further.

Max removed his fingers from her and she felt him shift beside her. When she turned her head his cock was right in front of her face, hard and dripping cum. Leaning in, she ran her tongue along the slit at the tip, collecting all of the salty fluid and moaning at the flavor. God, why did they have to taste so good? She had never been one for blowjobs or cum, but when it concerned Ian and Max she was a freaking fiend. Max started thrusting in and out of her mouth, having her take more and more of him with each pump of his hips. He was just as big as Ian and all she could think about was his using that big tool in her ass. Her whole body clenched at the thought.

The bed dipped and she realized Ian was leaving, but Max kept his hands on each side of her face so she was unable to turn and protest his absence. A thick jet of spunk touched her tongue and she greedily swallowed it. She got lost in the feel of Max’s cock in her mouth and worked her jaw and tongue over his velvety flesh. He was so hard beneath her tongue, so very male.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” His words were gritted out through clenched teeth and she would have smiled if not for the fact her mouth was full of dick. The bed beside her dipped again and her heart pounded harder. The hand closest to Ian was suddenly in the air as he lifted it. She felt his hardness in her palm and curled her fingers around it, stroking him as she sucked his brother’s shaft.

“She has a sweet little mouth, doesn’t she, Max?” Ian was slowly pumping himself in her palm. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“God. I want to get off right now but I want to be buried in her tight little ass when I cum.”

Ian grunted his approval and slapped her ass. The sound of flesh against flesh didn’t dim the sting of pain his spanking caused.

“That’s so good, Lola. So. Fucking. Good.” Max tightened his hands on the sides of her head and pulled her away from him. She looked up, saw his chest heaving forcefully, and finally let her smile show. “You’re a damn seductress, sweetheart.” His thumb coasted over her mouth and then he straightened. “Straddle Ian.” The command was firm and held no room for argument. Not that Lola had any intention to deny either of them. chapter 8

 Ian laid on his back, one arm behind his head the other rubbing his chest. His erection lay on his belly, a heavy weight just waiting for her pussy. Lifting her leg, she placed one on each side of his waist and gasped at how hot he felt beneath her. Two condoms were produced and she was instructed to apply them to both of their cocks. Never had she thought putting condoms on men would be so erotic, but the sounds they made as she slid the rubber down their lengths proved her wrong.

“Grab my dick and put it inside, baby.” Ian’s hands landed on her hips, his fingers flexing against her skin. She lifted up on her knees and grabbed hold of him. The tip against her opening didn’t leave anything to the imagination. The head was bulbous and she knew it was going to be a tight fit, but she wanted a little bit of pain with her pleasure. Slowly sliding down his length, her eyes widened at the feeling of fullness that washed through her. He filled her so completely there was no room between the walls of her cunt and his cock.

“Holy fucking shit.” Ian squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his hold on her waist.

“I bet her cunt is as tight as her ass. Is she hot and wet, Ian?” That was Max, right behind her, wanting a play-by-play and causing her arousal to soar.

“Dude, her pussy is like a fucking iron fist.”

“Do you guys always talk like this when you fuck?” She panted as she slid down the rest of him. His big balls touched her ass and her pussy clenched around him. The fit was so snug she felt his dick twitch inside of her.

“Damn it, baby. You can’t go doing that or I’m going to fucking come right now.” She did it again for the hell of it. He groaned and gritted his teeth.

“Lola,” She looked over her shoulder at Max. He wore a serious expression. “There is no comparison between you and those other females. When it comes to you, there are no other women for us.” She didn’t know how to take his comment so she didn’t try responding. Her chest warmed, though. Turning her attention back to Ian, she started lifting off of him and then slowly gliding back down. “Yes, baby, fucking yes.” Sweat started to dot his forehead and the urge to run her tongue along it was strong. Up and down Lola rode him, feeling her inner muscles quake with suppressed pleasure. She was close, so damn close.

“Touch yourself, Lola. Let me see you play with that pretty little clit.” Ian’s gaze was already aimed at the area in question. Max’s chest pressed against her back and his cock fit perfectly in between the crease of her ass. She moved her fingers between their bodies and started rubbing circles around the hard little bud. Max’s hands spread her cheeks and then she felt something cool and slick coat her anus. She knew what was going to happen and she wanted it more than she wanted to breathe.

“Tell me you want me in your ass, sweetheart.” Warm breath coasted over her back right before Max’s mouth pressed between the shoulder blades. Her mouth was dry but she found the words he wanted to hear.

“You know I want that big cock of yours rammed in my ass.” Lola really wasn’t one for talking dirty during sex, but she found that when it came to the McKnight brothers, nothing was too much for her.

He groaned against her back and pressed his hips against her firmly. “You’re going to be the death of me, Lola.” The tip of him started to breach her opening and she bore down on him. A moan slipped from her when his crested head popped through the tight ring of muscle. He