Eight Brothers Fiancee (Love by Numbers 7)

I nodded. “Yes,” I responded breathlessly. “Tell me.”

Rogan pulled me over to the stairs of the pool and sat down on the edge. He pulled his swim trunks off of his body. His dick was large and leaking, begging me to come to it. He stroked it a few times, pushing even more beads of precome out of the tip. “I have a thing for blow jobs. Sometimes, it’s the only way I want to have sex with a woman.”

That lit me on fire. Not only did it mean I probably wasn’t going to have to try anal for the first time with them, it also fed the desire I’d felt when I licked Huxley’s cock for the first time. There was a spot deep in my mouth that, when struck just right, made me weak all over. Rogan’s kink for blow jobs was probably going to feed into the one I was growing to give them. I floated over to where he was and bent over, taking his dick into my mouth. He let out a starved groan and put a hand on the back of my head. I started to work my way further and further down the shaft, and Rogan’s grip on the back of my head was strong, coaxing all the way down. The salty precome seeping out of the tip of his dick was coming in a continuous stream, and I found that I was disgusted by the taste. I linked it with Rogan and knew that I was going to want to taste it more.

“Oh, baby, your tongue feels so good on my dick,” Rogan grumbled, his hand pushing my head and keeping it down. “Choke on it.” The head of his dick tickled the back of my throat, and soon I started to gag. I coughed, but Rogan’s hand didn’t loosen it’s pressure. I coughed more until I gagged and Rogan let out a sigh of satisfaction. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

As I continued to service Rogan’s dick, I heard Jett climb out of the pool and saw him slip into the house out of the corner of my eye. When he came back, his swim trunks were gone and he was rolling a condom onto his fully erect shaft.

“Bring her up here, Ro.”

Rogan let out a frustrated sigh, but moved his hand and allowed my head to pop off his dick. Jett led me over to one of the giant, round chaise lounge chairs and laid me down on it, with my head propped just enough for Rogan to stand next to me and guide his dick back into my out. He started to hump himself in and out, finding that spot at the back of my throat that drove me crazy.

I started to moan and Rogan smiled. “Oh, someone else has a blow job kink.”

Jett lined himself up to my pussy, petting my face until I looked over at him. “Wanna know my kink?” I nodded as much as I could and Jett grinned. He bared his teeth and ran his tongue across the top row. “I love sinking my teeth into beautiful skin.”

He leaned forward and found a spot on the side of my neck. He kissed it a few times first, then at the exact same time, he bit into my neck and shoved his dick inside me. The pain mixed with the pleasure was so overwhelming I thought I was going to faint. Unlike a normal bite, Jett didn’t let up. He reminded me of a vampire, or the way dogs latched onto their mates when they were breeding, he kept his teeth bit into me as he started to pump in and out of me at an ever more rapid pace.

I whined around Rogan’s dick as my pussy started to twitch with excitement. Jett’s dick going deep inside my pussy with his teeth clenching into my skin, while Rogan fucked my face, it blew me up. I started to shudder and my mind went blank, leaving only the sound of ringing in my ears. Far from me, I heard Jett say something, but I couldn’t make it out. Rogan tapped the top of my head a couple of times, shoved his dick as far back as it would go, and exploded into my mouth, filling it full with hot come. Jett’s movements became fractured and labored on top of me, and I could tell that they’d come too.

Jett collapsed on my stomach and Rogan pulled himself from my mouth. He bent over and kissed me, rubbing my cheek as he did so. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? I can get carried away.”

I shook my head. “Not at all, it was wonderful.”

My eyes felt heavy and the last thing I saw was Rogan smiling at me as they closed over and I passed out.