Peaches & Cream by Daisy Jane

Author:Daisy Jane [Jane, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-02T16:00:00+00:00

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I had no idea I was capable of dirty talk, much less kinky dirty talk, but I swear the sequence of events in the last day have made me a little crazy.

Or maybe I’ve always been a woman that needed to be shared by three bulky hot, big-dicked brothers who hate their father and want nothing more than to breed their step mom and make babies with her?

Who knows.

What I do know, though, is that I’m so fucking into it.

Judah’s mouth comes to my nipple, sucking it onto his tongue before pinching it with his teeth. His bun loose, I feed my hand through his messy dark hair, loving how it feels to hold him to my breast as he suckles and worships. Never had that before. Heck, I’ve never really been paid attention to by one man, much less under the sexual microscope of three.

Bishop crouches between my legs, draping my legs over his shoulders. “Cum on my face,” he says, a passive order I intend to follow. I moan as his tongue slips through my folds, and the groan he makes discovering how wet and needy I am has Kase growling next to me.

“He likes what he tastes,” he coos in my ear, his stubble heating my skin as it grazes my shoulder. Then his lips are on my neck, sucking my beating pulse as he marks me.

“You like chaos, mama?” Bishop asks from between my thighs, coming up for air, my arousal glistening on his chin. “You’re so swollen and wet for us, I have to think, all that fighting got you worked up.”

I crane my head up off the couch, looking down at the clean cut brother between my legs. So prim and proper, saving his words for just the right time, then when he’s between my legs with my clit between his teeth, he turns filthy.

I reach out, weight suspended on one elbow as I push his head back down into my pussy. “Yes,” I breathe, dying to feel his skilled lips and tongue on me again. “I like being fought for,” I admit, my voice loud and brave. With them all around me, what do I have to be afraid of? “Now make me cum, Bishop, please.”

He drags his lips up my seam, growling, the vibration of his need making my cunt ache. “Bishop please,” I repeat, his blue eyes stormy and dark as he buries his face in me again.

I fall back, letting the couch absorb me as my legs go woozy, my hand still pushing on Bishop’s head, playing in his soft, short hair.

Judah, his mouth still paying homage to my breast, slips a hand beneath my thigh and finds space for his thumb, hooking into my ass. My spine curls, and the soft strokes of Bishop’s tongue against my clit are intensified by the new pressure down there.

Hank groans, still shimmying on the couch. But the zip ties have him completely immovable. He does, however, choose to keep his eyes open.

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