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Chapter 22
Cherry
What’s hot, pink, and wet?
A pig in a hot tub.
I’m warm.
Very, very warm and surrounded by naked limbs.
I attempt to move, but a lean muscular arm is banded around my midsection tightly, and a hard peen is nestled inside of my still-soaking cunt.
“I could wake up like this every day,” Braylen mutters, his hips thrust forward, driving himself further into me.
“Mmm, so could I,” Brad says from my other side, his hand burrowing between my thighs and flicking my bean.
The twins shuffle out of the room sleepily, “Gonna make you breakfast, be quick.”
I watch as they cover their round asses with their black boxers and shuffle out of the room.
“Can you take more, angel? Or are you sore after last night?” Braylen asks.
“More. Definitely more.”
Brad gets to his knees, his colossal peen in his veiny hand, “Open for me, unicorn. Let me feel that tongue on my pepperoni.”
I obey, my mouth opening as wide as I can, and pull him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks. “Fuck. Just like that,” Brad groans, his hand working its way into my hair and gripping the roots.
His hips buck, and his large love loins hit the back of my mouth, and I gag around his meaty length.
“Do you like being between us, angel?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum around Brad’s schlong, the vibrations causing him to let out a long groan and his fingers to tighten in my hair.
Braylen wraps his hand around my waist, finding my throbbing nub, and strokes it in time with his thrusts. “Take my cock, Cherry. Fucking take it.”
My body starts to shake as my orgasm crests over the horizon. Brad and Braylen follow after, their hot come filling my holes at the same time.
“These pancakes are amazing!” I mumble around the mouthful of banana protein pancakes and strawberries.
“If you like that, you should come over to ours and try his waffles,” Macon says, stuffing half a pancake into his mouth.
“Oh my god! I love waffles! Jade and I always get them.”
The others exchange knowing looks.
“We know,” Brad says, his blue eyes piercing into me from across the breakfast island. His fork stabs into his plate, missing the food, and makes a god-awful scraping noise.
“What does that mean?” I ask, trying not to wince.
“It means, Pookie, that we’ve been watching you this entire time. Well, I have, and by the looks of things last night, Jacob maybe has.” Brad wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“That’s not true, is it?” I ask, glancing at them both.
Jacob’s tanned face darkens, his eyes looking at anything but me. “I saw you, a few months ago, while we were working on the DNF store. I've been obsessed with you since.”
“Oh.”
