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cock even farther down her throat.
“Good,” he said as he slid out and then surged back in. “Again,” he commanded, and this time, she did it a little easier. He smiled and repeated the action.
Slowly, back and forth, deeper and deeper, he fucked her mouth. He held her head captured, not letting her retreat. She braced herself against his thighs and relaxed her throat further. He groaned as he slid deep and stayed there.
“Okay?” he asked, using his thumbs to smooth her hair from her eyes. She nodded as best she could around his invading cock. He smiled and then whispered, “Hang on.”
He pulled out and thrust back in quickly. She nearly gagged, but he withdrew fast and did it again. In and out, he pounded into her mouth, giving her no quarter, no reprieve. She swallowed again and again, shaking with her own desire. Giving him pleasure this way was indescribable. Even held tight in his grip, she felt powerful, in control.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, and she lowered her hand to her clit without hesitation. She pressed against the swollen flesh, amazed to realize she was on the verge of another intense climax. Mikayla shivered as he thrust into her one last time.
“Swallow,” he said breathlessly as his cum hit her tongue and slid down her throat.
She moaned at his salty taste, licking his cock clean and still pressing hard against her clit.
He pulled from her mouth, dropped to his knees, covered her hand with his own, and forced her body into orgasm. She moaned as heat flooded every nerve ending, and her knees and hips collapsed. But John was there to hold her up, gathering her into his embrace and kissing the top of her head.
“Princess,” he said on a panting breath, “that was incredible.”
She nodded in mute agreement.
Chapter Seven
Dinner was an interesting affair. Apparently, all of the brothers gathered for the evening meal each day. Brock and Lachlan had been delayed by the storm and probably wouldn’t make it home for more than another week, but even with only five of them, it was a noisy meal.
They laughed and joked with each other. The camaraderie and respect between them was very obvious, and it was quite a pleasant experience for Mikayla just to watch the five of them enjoy their meal. Soon, talk turned to her sleeping arrangements. They were good-naturedly trying to outmaneuver each other by pleading their individual cases for why she should spend the night in their beds when John explained the events of the day.
“Administrative assistant? Finally,” Ryan said happily, “John really needs somebody to get him organized.”
Matt looked relieved, pleased, and pissed all at once, and she couldn’t even begin to fathom why. He was the one who didn’t want her to stay on as a whore, so why was he pissed at her now?
She tried to make eye contact with him, but he kept glancing away. Uncertain whether to confront him in front of everyone else, she hesitated, but he took the decision out of her hands.
“I apologize for my behavior this morning,” he said stiffly. All eyes turned first to him and then to her. She didn’t know what to say. As far as she was concerned, he had nothing to apologize for. “I’m very sorry, and it won’t happen again.”
He didn’t look at anyone as he rose and left the room, and her eyes sought John’s, silently seeking his counsel.
“Go after him,” he said with a smile. “He just needs a little convincing.”
She smiled a little wider when she saw the twins’ surprised looks. She winked at them both, tried to ignore Peter’s indifference, and hurried out the door.
* * * *
Matt felt sick. He’d practically forced himself on Mikayla this morning. God, he was such an insensitive ass. He hadn’t even thought about offering her some other type of work. Maybe he’d been on this fucked-up planet too long because it hadn’t even occurred to him that women were capable of something more than prostitution.
Embarrassment burned
“Good,” he said as he slid out and then surged back in. “Again,” he commanded, and this time, she did it a little easier. He smiled and repeated the action.
Slowly, back and forth, deeper and deeper, he fucked her mouth. He held her head captured, not letting her retreat. She braced herself against his thighs and relaxed her throat further. He groaned as he slid deep and stayed there.
“Okay?” he asked, using his thumbs to smooth her hair from her eyes. She nodded as best she could around his invading cock. He smiled and then whispered, “Hang on.”
He pulled out and thrust back in quickly. She nearly gagged, but he withdrew fast and did it again. In and out, he pounded into her mouth, giving her no quarter, no reprieve. She swallowed again and again, shaking with her own desire. Giving him pleasure this way was indescribable. Even held tight in his grip, she felt powerful, in control.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, and she lowered her hand to her clit without hesitation. She pressed against the swollen flesh, amazed to realize she was on the verge of another intense climax. Mikayla shivered as he thrust into her one last time.
“Swallow,” he said breathlessly as his cum hit her tongue and slid down her throat.
She moaned at his salty taste, licking his cock clean and still pressing hard against her clit.
He pulled from her mouth, dropped to his knees, covered her hand with his own, and forced her body into orgasm. She moaned as heat flooded every nerve ending, and her knees and hips collapsed. But John was there to hold her up, gathering her into his embrace and kissing the top of her head.
“Princess,” he said on a panting breath, “that was incredible.”
She nodded in mute agreement.
Chapter Seven
Dinner was an interesting affair. Apparently, all of the brothers gathered for the evening meal each day. Brock and Lachlan had been delayed by the storm and probably wouldn’t make it home for more than another week, but even with only five of them, it was a noisy meal.
They laughed and joked with each other. The camaraderie and respect between them was very obvious, and it was quite a pleasant experience for Mikayla just to watch the five of them enjoy their meal. Soon, talk turned to her sleeping arrangements. They were good-naturedly trying to outmaneuver each other by pleading their individual cases for why she should spend the night in their beds when John explained the events of the day.
“Administrative assistant? Finally,” Ryan said happily, “John really needs somebody to get him organized.”
Matt looked relieved, pleased, and pissed all at once, and she couldn’t even begin to fathom why. He was the one who didn’t want her to stay on as a whore, so why was he pissed at her now?
She tried to make eye contact with him, but he kept glancing away. Uncertain whether to confront him in front of everyone else, she hesitated, but he took the decision out of her hands.
“I apologize for my behavior this morning,” he said stiffly. All eyes turned first to him and then to her. She didn’t know what to say. As far as she was concerned, he had nothing to apologize for. “I’m very sorry, and it won’t happen again.”
He didn’t look at anyone as he rose and left the room, and her eyes sought John’s, silently seeking his counsel.
“Go after him,” he said with a smile. “He just needs a little convincing.”
She smiled a little wider when she saw the twins’ surprised looks. She winked at them both, tried to ignore Peter’s indifference, and hurried out the door.
* * * *
Matt felt sick. He’d practically forced himself on Mikayla this morning. God, he was such an insensitive ass. He hadn’t even thought about offering her some other type of work. Maybe he’d been on this fucked-up planet too long because it hadn’t even occurred to him that women were capable of something more than prostitution.
Embarrassment burned
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