“Put your finger around them, like this.” He held up his forefinger and thumb, making a ring.
Katarina moved her hand down to Braden’s scrotum and tried to do as Calder instructed, but her fingers were clumsy. Calder moved her hand into the right position, making her ring Braden’s balls with finger and thumb.
Braden’s eyes were half closed, his cheekbones flushed. He kept his arms stretched across the back of the sofa but watched Katarina intently. He was having the time of his life.
Fuck Braden. Calder wanted her, of course he did, what man wouldn’t? But he wasn’t about to rip open his fly and beg her to rub her hands and tongue all over him.
No matter how much he wanted to.
That’s not what Calder did. He controlled the situation and let the lady have only what he wanted to give her.
“I’m going to come,” Braden said. “Damn it, I don’t want to, not yet.”
“Don’t let him come,” Calder growled.
“How do I stop it?”
Braden moved his large hand to the base of his scrotum. “Hold me here. Pinch it.”
Katarina kept the ring of her thumb and finger on Braden’s testicle and used her other hand to pinch where Braden showed her. His cock stood up on its own, so tight it must hurt him.
Calder’s own cock pounded, but he didn’t dare touch himself. He knew he’d squirt all over inside his clothes if he did, and damned if he would let her know that.
“Lick it,” Calder said, continuing to finger Katarina’s warm brown hair. “Lick his head, suck it into your mouth. Taste it.”
“Gods, you’re evil,” Braden said.
But Braden made no objection as Katarina, moving hesitantly, leaned down and curled her mouth around the head of his cock.
Calder rubbed his erection against Katarina’s body, sucking in a breath at the wild tingle the action generated.
“What does he taste like?” he asked her.
Katarina looked at him, her hands still firm on Braden’s balls. “Smooth. Kind of sharp at the same time.”
“Bite it. A little nibble, around the flange.”
Katarina moved her head back down, sucking the head between her lips. Braden brought one hand down to stroke her hair, eyes closed. He swayed on the couch, murmuring, “ Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
Suddenly Calder couldn’t take it anymore. He was as Shareem as Braden, which meant he was as desperate. He had to either stroke himself off or have her do it for him, didn’t matter, he needed release now.
He made himself calmly unfasten his leggings. No ripping them open, no thrusting them down and begging for her.
Calder had designed his clothes so that his cock alone could be released but his scarred thighs would remain hidden. He pulled the leggings open.
“Suck this one too.”
Katarina flushed then she leaned down and closed her wet mouth over his cock.
Mistake. Katarina traced Calder’s flange with her tongue, sucking and biting the head as he’d ordered her to do to Braden. He was amazed Braden’s come wasn’t all over her by now. The man had more control than Calder thought.
“Slowly,” he growled. “Make it last for me.”
Katarina toned down the suckling but the slow tasting didn’t make Calder any less needy.
“Hey,” Braden said petulantly, eyes opening a slit. “What about my needs?”
“Suck him too.” Calder edged toward him so she wouldn’t have to turn as far.
“Suck both of us.”
Katarina took Braden’s cock into her mouth again, cheeks moving as she sucked.
She released Braden’s cock and did the same to Calder.
Gods, who was in control here? Calder and Braden, getting more and more turned-on every second, their Shareem blood pounding fire-hot…or the lovely wench licking and sucking two Shareem cocks?
Braden clutched the back of the couch, hips rocking, jaw clenched. Calder couldn’t come before Braden did. Braden would never let him hear the end of it. Calder was the one with rock-hard control, right?
While Katarina slathered her tongue all over Braden again, Calder moved
Katarina moved her hand down to Braden’s scrotum and tried to do as Calder instructed, but her fingers were clumsy. Calder moved her hand into the right position, making her ring Braden’s balls with finger and thumb.
Braden’s eyes were half closed, his cheekbones flushed. He kept his arms stretched across the back of the sofa but watched Katarina intently. He was having the time of his life.
Fuck Braden. Calder wanted her, of course he did, what man wouldn’t? But he wasn’t about to rip open his fly and beg her to rub her hands and tongue all over him.
No matter how much he wanted to.
That’s not what Calder did. He controlled the situation and let the lady have only what he wanted to give her.
“I’m going to come,” Braden said. “Damn it, I don’t want to, not yet.”
“Don’t let him come,” Calder growled.
“How do I stop it?”
Braden moved his large hand to the base of his scrotum. “Hold me here. Pinch it.”
Katarina kept the ring of her thumb and finger on Braden’s testicle and used her other hand to pinch where Braden showed her. His cock stood up on its own, so tight it must hurt him.
Calder’s own cock pounded, but he didn’t dare touch himself. He knew he’d squirt all over inside his clothes if he did, and damned if he would let her know that.
“Lick it,” Calder said, continuing to finger Katarina’s warm brown hair. “Lick his head, suck it into your mouth. Taste it.”
“Gods, you’re evil,” Braden said.
But Braden made no objection as Katarina, moving hesitantly, leaned down and curled her mouth around the head of his cock.
Calder rubbed his erection against Katarina’s body, sucking in a breath at the wild tingle the action generated.
“What does he taste like?” he asked her.
Katarina looked at him, her hands still firm on Braden’s balls. “Smooth. Kind of sharp at the same time.”
“Bite it. A little nibble, around the flange.”
Katarina moved her head back down, sucking the head between her lips. Braden brought one hand down to stroke her hair, eyes closed. He swayed on the couch, murmuring, “ Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
Suddenly Calder couldn’t take it anymore. He was as Shareem as Braden, which meant he was as desperate. He had to either stroke himself off or have her do it for him, didn’t matter, he needed release now.
He made himself calmly unfasten his leggings. No ripping them open, no thrusting them down and begging for her.
Calder had designed his clothes so that his cock alone could be released but his scarred thighs would remain hidden. He pulled the leggings open.
“Suck this one too.”
Katarina flushed then she leaned down and closed her wet mouth over his cock.
Mistake. Katarina traced Calder’s flange with her tongue, sucking and biting the head as he’d ordered her to do to Braden. He was amazed Braden’s come wasn’t all over her by now. The man had more control than Calder thought.
“Slowly,” he growled. “Make it last for me.”
Katarina toned down the suckling but the slow tasting didn’t make Calder any less needy.
“Hey,” Braden said petulantly, eyes opening a slit. “What about my needs?”
“Suck him too.” Calder edged toward him so she wouldn’t have to turn as far.
“Suck both of us.”
Katarina took Braden’s cock into her mouth again, cheeks moving as she sucked.
She released Braden’s cock and did the same to Calder.
Gods, who was in control here? Calder and Braden, getting more and more turned-on every second, their Shareem blood pounding fire-hot…or the lovely wench licking and sucking two Shareem cocks?
Braden clutched the back of the couch, hips rocking, jaw clenched. Calder couldn’t come before Braden did. Braden would never let him hear the end of it. Calder was the one with rock-hard control, right?
While Katarina slathered her tongue all over Braden again, Calder moved
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