She pressed her thighs together, feeling the heat begin to burn brighter than anything else she’d ever felt. Opal gasped for air, feeling like she was coming undone.
“I bet he’s hard as a rock for you right now. You’ve never been with a man before, baby, and you’re going to be in for a right treat. You see, not all men like to take their time. Damon and me, we’ll be taking our sweet time with you—get to know what makes you moan, what drives you to want to fuck.” Caleb kissed her neck, licking across her pulse as he continued to hold her tits up like an offering to his brother. “We’ll show you to heaven and back. Treat you like a queen, because to us, that is exactly what you are.”
Damon kissed across her chest, going to her other breast. His hands went to her sweatpants, and he began to jerk them with force down her hips. She didn’t mind.
Closing her eyes, she felt Caleb’s breath across the back of her neck.
You’re with two men.
She didn’t care. She wanted this more than anything else.
Damon moved down her body, his massive frame lowering in front of her as he slipped her pants off each foot. She tentatively smoothed her hands over his shoulders, along the corded muscle, then combed her fingers into his thick hair. He looked up at her with adoration in his eyes, and she swore she fell a little more in love.
As he stood back up, his fingers skimmed along her thighs. He got rid of her panties with a simple yank. She bit her lip from the sharp streak the thin material left behind. These men were rough and unforgiving. She was in for a wild ride.
Heat flooded her pussy, and she didn’t want to stop. Never wanted this to end.
Whatever they were offering, she’d take it.
The past week had been amazing, and the truth was, she didn’t want to leave. All of her life she’d been made to feel like a nobody. These brothers made her feel alive for the first time. Now she had a feeling she’d never want to leave.
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Caleb adored her softness. She was a complete contrast to their hard muscle. Opal was all curves, and pure woman. Her tits were huge, her hips rounded, and her stomach soft. Her body could take a hard fuck, but before either of them could show her how good a nice hard fuck could be, they had to prepare her. Opal was a little virgin, so they had to bide their time.
The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her, or for her to not want to be with them.
He intended to get her addicted to them, just as they’d grown addicted to her.
It almost made him smile at the thought of her leaving. Did she really, for a second, think he’d ever allow that to happen? Her trek into the woods was a one-way trip. She belonged to them, and now they’d make it official—marking her, claiming her, breeding her.
When Damon stood up after stripping her naked, Caleb saw the heat and the love in his brother’s eyes. Opal was the right woman for them, and he’d told her the truth. They weren’t just after any woman. They wanted the right woman. The woman that would crave this life, love the both of them, and give them children.
The last thing he wanted was someone selfish.
Opal wasn’t selfish.
It wasn’t hard to see that she’d been deeply hurt in the past, and that made it hard for her to trust. That was fine, though. He was going to make her forget everything.
“I want to taste her,” Damon said.
The fire was set, and there was plenty of room in front of it. Helping Opal to the floor atop a large bear pelt rug, he quickly removed his clothes. Caleb wanted to be naked and ready.
She watched them in silence. For now, she tried to cover her body, but in time, he intended for her to let them see every single inch of her. She was a beauty, and he didn’t mind spending the rest of his life showing her how fucking sexy she actually was.
Once they were both naked, Caleb gripped his erection. He was long and thick. They had good DNA, both blessed with above average cocks.
As he wrapped his fingers around the length, Opal watched every move. He wondered if it was her first time seeing a man naked. They would certainly be her last. She licked her lips, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
The sensuality was there, burning inside her. He’d teach her how to unleash her desires, to ask for what she wanted.
All she needed were the right men, and he and Damon were the right men.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said. “I might be no good.”
“That’s not possible,” he said, reaching out to stroke her cheek. “We can show you everything. Just trust us. You won’t be sorry.”
“If you don’t like anything we’re doing to you, just say,” Damon said. “We’ll stop.”