Page 16 of CurVy Forever
Lunatic.
I can’t stifle my smile. I tug his cock out, the heavy throbbing weight capturing a gasp from me. I stroke the hard length. Up and down. “Like a twin thing?”
“Fuck,” he groans as I squeeze precum to the tip. “Spread your legs for us, baby.” He angles the camera down, looking at the display as my hand jerks him off. “Show Donnie what a pretty pussy you have. Show him how wet you get for me, for us. He’ll want to see all those pretty folds.”
My eyes roll back, a moan spilling through my parted lips. “But—”
He cuts me off mid-sentence when he uses his free hand to shove my skirt up my thighs and claws into the sheer material of my stockings, ripping a hole at my crotch. “Tyler!”
Ignoring me, he displays my wet pussy to the camera. Two fingers part my lips, massaging the silky juices around the swollen flesh. “Yes. See that, Donnie.” He holds the phone between us. “See her pretty pussy, brother. So plump and wet. So warm. You remember what it felt like to be deep inside here. To share her.” He drives two long fingers between my wet folds, sliding them in until his knuckles touch my outer lips.
“Fuck, Tyler.” My mind goes blank to everything but pleasure as whimpers of longing tumble from my throat.
“Yes. There’s my mezzo-soprano. That’s it. Our wet, dripping pussy. You squeeze so tight. Donnie, she’s clinging to my fingers. She’s so hot in here. See that?” He scissors his fingers, spreading me for the camera. “Jesus, fuck. You’re so beautiful.”
I try to focus on the throbbing erection in my palm, fisting the root and tugging to the tip but his skilled fingers stir and circle, coaxing me, taking over. Tyler is the best kind of tease, the perfectly paced master of controlling my pleasure.
“Donnie likes it rough. Doesn’t he?” A guttural sound leaves him, a primal indication that he’s close. “Do you want me to fuck you rough, like he would?”
I find myself nodding.
“Yeah?” He smiles. “Yeah?”
My mouth dries—so much so I can’t speak. My pussy is swollen with need, pulsing from my veins, begging for the hard drives his brother gives me. Not Tyler. Tyler is gentle and thorough—intense. I want… Donnie.
“Put me inside you, Vallie Baby.”
Arching my back, I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze his thick length. He bends his knees, notches his cock between my folds and pushes in, parting the thick muscles. My eyes roll back, and I hold onto his shoulders, the wing-like muscles bunching and readying beneath my fingers.
With one hand on my hip, the other holding the phone between us angled just right, he starts to fuck me. I abandon all my senses in this moment to his guttural groans. They cascade around us, mingling with my yelps.
“Take that cock, baby.”
“God, Tyler.”
“And Donnie, baby. He wants to hear his name, too.”
“Donnie.” I whimper, emotions over his absence lacing my voice, straining the breath from me with each hard drive. Tyler is too big. Donnie is, too. The stretch is exquisite, and he’s not playing my pussy to perfection anymore; he’s destroying it for his brother—like his brother does.
“You like that? You like it when Donnie fucks the strength from you, when he beats the pain through you, when he makes you feel used, and then I’ll lick you better, baby. I’ll hold you. We are made for you. Made to fuck you, lick you, care for you, and defile you.”
My body shudders.
Shaking and used, I can only hold on as he proves his point.
My hands paw restlessly.
His thick length bashing the end of me, wrenching cries of pain and boiling pleasure in my core, brings me to the point of wild abandon.
He pounds pleasure into me.
And I clench around him, over and over, coming with a high-pitched scream that accompanies a name.
“Donnie!”
“That’s our good girl,” Tyler groans and drops his head back. The phone slips from his hand and lands between our bodies. A deep groan pours over me as Tyler comes, shaking violently in my arms.
I press into him, cup his wet neck, and pepper kisses over his sweaty face.