Chapter 217

Chapter 217:

“Fuck!” I cried out in pleasure, squeezing my breast as Devin replaced his tongue with his fingers, thrusting them deep inside me.

I was already on the moon when he added two more fingers, thrusting them in and out at an unrelenting pace.

Soon, I felt the pressure building deep inside me. My stomach twisted into tight knots, my body convulsing with anticipation.

The feeling wasn’t new to me.

I was on the edge of my orgasm.

Lifting my hips, I thrust them to match Devin’s rhythm, my cries muffled against Dax’s chest.

“Easy, doll. We haven’t even started yet,” Devin teased before licking the last drop of my release from his face.

A brief silence settled between us as the brothers exchanged a knowing look, communicating without words.

Watching them closely, I sensed they were silently debating who would take me first.

Devin or Dax.

Devin was patient, slow, and sensual.

Dax was the opposite—rough, intense, and demanding.

But both of them made me feel incredible.

Devin moved closer while Dax stepped back.

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He sat on the couch, leaning into it with his arms spread apart, hands resting on his thighs.

The thick bulge in his shorts pressed against the fabric, straining for release.

His eyes burned dark with hunger, his body tense as he watched us in silence.

A wave of discomfort rushed through me at his behavior.

How was he so calm watching his brother make love to me?

It was like a scene from live porn.

A smirk curled on Devin’s lips as he stalked toward me like a predator cornering its prey.

I didn’t need to be told—he was ready to devour me, to drain every ounce of my energy and leave me trembling.

Devin leaned in, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he explored me deeply, hungrily.

I melted into him, savoring the warmth of his kiss—

Until I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

Before I could react, he pushed in, inch by inch, stretching me open until his full length was buried inside me.

“Oh,” I moaned, biting my lower lip as my body adjusted around him.

He filled me completely, his cock stretching and molding me to fit him perfectly.

He moved slowly, thrusting in and out of me with deliberate care.

His tongue still explored my mouth, deep and possessive.

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to hold back the scream building inside me—

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