52. Kabir

Chapter 52

Kabir

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"Hold it. Just like that."

Garrett Reed's abs ripple as he holds just an inch of his cock inside Hunter's cunt.

Her pussy reacts, fluttering from the loss of sensation as she fights the urge to shift and pierce herself on his length once more.

"You're drenched, Firecracker." My voice is laced with false disdain. "Dripping and making a mess." I trace one finger through her sex, circling Garrett's straining cock in the process. "Such a needy little slut, desperate for her brother's cock."

Garrett drops his head back and groans. I allow it.

Hunter freezes, her body tensing. She yearns to sass back, to declare that he's not her brother. The urge emanates from her in violent waves. Thankfully, her mouth is much too full of Levi's heavy sack to allow such backtalk to escape her.

She's spread out on the bed, with Garrett fucking her hard and fast, then pulling back as soon as she nears the edge. Levi is positioned at her head, on his knees, jerking himself in almost violent strokes as she sucks his balls.

I've remained at a distance from most of the intimacy in this scene, giving the guys, especially Garrett, time to acclimate.

Though try as I might, I can't fucking resist the temptation any longer. Not when Levi's fat cock is practically weeping for me to have a taste.

"Hands off," I instruct, focused on his throbbing erection.

I lick my lips in anticipation, and Levi immediately obeys.

"Good boy," I praise, causing Hunter to softly moan.

Lowering, I take the mushroom head of his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the circumference, getting it nice and wet.

Then I pull back, spit, and look to Hunter.

"Don't waste a single fucking drop."

She nods enthusiastically, my beautiful, perfect girl. Then she sticks out her tongue below Levi's body.

I suck him hard and fast, pausing occasionally to spit again. Soon, the fluid coating his cock begins to drip down his length.

Hunter obediently laps at each drop, cleaning Levi and swallowing down his pre-ejaculate mixed with my saliva.

When his abdomen starts to tense, I stand up.

"Everyone off the bed."

The room is silent and still for the space of two heartbeats. Then each of them is obeying. Sheets rustling and soft footsteps are the only sounds.

"Get on your knees where you belong," I tell Hunter dismissively, then I turn to the boys. "Stand on either side of her, above her head."

Levi quickly complies. Garrett, though, remains in place, looking at Hunter.

She gives him the slightest nod. She's a rockstar. For the last hour, she's offered him soft, subtle assurances, and she's guided him through the scene in ways I never could have navigated. She's always in control when we're together, and she knows it. It's beautiful to witness her command him as well.

Satisfied, Garrett takes his place on her other side .

"Such a needy little cum bucket," I pronounce as I step directly in front of her. I stroke her face affectionately, encouraging her to tip her head back and look me in the eye. "Filthy American whore."

Greedy's jaw ticks, but Hunter's eyes are ablaze with carnal lust.

I grip her chin and turn her to face him, allowing him to properly take her in. To see how she responds, how she flourishes.

"Look at how she aches for you, Garrett. Your stepsister. On her knees. Practically begging for your cock."

Turning her face back to me, I rub my thumb along her lower lip, and as she opens in response, I spit into her mouth.

"Do you want their cum, Firecracker?"

"Yes, Sir," she replies without hesitation.

"And who should be the one to give it to you?" I ask.

"You. I want you to give it to me, Sir."

I grin. She's perfect. My filthy, cum-obsessed princess. Desperate for cock. Desperate to please me.

"You heard her." I look from one man to the other. "Get closer."

Without even a second of indecision, they inch forward, each nearly straddling one of Hunter's shoulders.

Slowly, I grip their cocks, one in each hand.

The warmth. The heft. Fucking hell . These American boys may have me ruining my trousers at this rate.

I give them each a stroke, keeping my motions simultaneous, then another.

Levi leans into it immediately, rocking his hips forward, seeking more friction.

Garrett tenses, his face screwed up, though the look appears to be one of concentration rather than discomfort. I keep going, focusing on his face, searching for any indication that he may need a break or to stop entirely.

Yes, we have a safe word, but he's new to this dynamic. He may be too far gone to remember to use it. It's my responsibility to guide him through the scene safely and consensually .

His expression doesn't relax. If anything, it morphs into an almost pained grimace. I'm moments away from pausing when he says, "This is so fucking hot. Why is this so fucking hot?"

Smiling, I look down at Hunter, who's beaming.

"You want them to mark you, Firecracker? Do you want me to smear their seed all over your face?"

"Yes, Sir," she pants.

"Touch yourself," I instruct. "If you can come before they do, I'll allow it."

"Thank you, Sir," she practically sobs, snaking one hand down between her legs while she uses the other to tug hard on her own nipple.

Desire courses through me as I lock eyes with Levi. I spit on his cock, and in response, he groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

I turn to Garrett, and with a smirk, I repeat the action.

"My cum slut wants your seed. Desperately. Are you going to give her what she wants, boys? Do you think you can hold off until she detonates?"

I jerk them faster, fascinated by the similarities and subtle differences between their cut cocks. One thing is for certain: they look exquisite with my fingers wrapped around them, the dim light glinting off my rings.

"Hurry up, whore," I bait. It's unnecessary. She's right there. It's written all over her face, and it hangs in the air around us, the tension she's radiating.

The moment she lets go, I grip the boys so tightly my knuckles ache.

Surprisingly, they respond positively to the edge of pain: Garrett first, pulsing and spewing seed with force, then Levi, his length weeping with cum in rolling waves.

Aiming for my target, I jerk them through their orgasms, then guide their leaking cocks along Hunter's cheeks, over her lips and her chest. She's painted in cum when they're finally done. Glazed and glossy and coated in the claiming she so beautifully accepted by my hand.

My own cock begins to soften—as predicted, I came in my fucking pants .

I drop to my knees before my girl and cup her face. "You're perfect," I tell her, kissing the tip of her nose, then savoring her lips. I lap up the salty, musty spunk she's coated in and kiss her thoroughly. Pulling back, I groan at the sight of her, then get to work kissing and cleaning her neck.

Surprisingly, Garrett lowers to his knees, mirroring my position. Levi follows suit.

"Didn't she take it so beautifully, boys?"

"Hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, Daisy." Levi angles in, kissing her without hesitation.

"That was incredible." Garrett is intent on Hunter, his expression filled with awe.

She watches him, too, as if the two of them are having a silent conversation.

" You're incredible," he lauds, leaning in and resting his forehead on hers.

He doesn't kiss her, but he sees her. Recognizes her. Whispers additional words of praise as Levi and I make quick work of cleaning her skin.

Once she's licked clean, I resist the urge to pull her into my arms. Instead, I look to Garrett and allow him the honor. "Hold her."

"Gladly." Rising to his feet, he scoops her up. Then, tucking her in close, he carries her to the bed.

Pride and hope surge through my system as I observe their interaction. I rise, then offer a hand to Levi. When he's on his feet, we stand side by side, watching Hunter settle on her side while Garrett strokes her hip and kisses the back of her neck.

" More worked out pretty well for us," Levi remarks.

That it did. That it fucking did.