Chapter 4

Tina lay back where Linda had just been—her spine arched against the sun-warmed cushions, legs spread wide near the front edge of the daybed.

Jon stood between them, naked, flushed, hard again, guiding the thick head of his cock to her entrance.

“Ready for me?” he asked, voice rough, strained.

Tina grinned, breath catching. “I’ve been ready since you watched me walk over.”

Jon pressed forward, slow but relentless, sliding inside her—inch by thick, stretching inch.

Tina gasped, eyes fluttering as her body opened for him, wet and greedy, pulling him deeper with messy, obscene sounds.

He grabbed her ankles, lifting and spreading them wide, her knees bent high and tight against her sides as he sank to the hilt, grinding deep, stuffed so full she could barely breathe.

Her pussy clung to him, pulsing, drenching, a hot, constant slickness leaking around him.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Jon growled, voice a low snarl.

“Stretch me,” Tina whispered, breathless. “Fill me all the way. Split me open.”

On either side of her, Linda and Teo moved in, hungry and focused.

They lay belly-down across the bed, flanking her—Linda on the left, Teo on the right.

Their mouths found her breasts almost at the same time—Linda’s hot, greedy lips sealing over one nipple, while Teo’s tongue flicked and licked at the other, slow and wicked.

Tina cried out, her body jolting under the double assault.

“Oh fuck—yes—just like that...”

Tina’s beautiful brother circled her nipple slowly with his tongue, drawing it tighter, harder—then rolled it between his lips, tugging it with a wet, teasing pull that made Tina’s thighs tremble.

His teeth grazed her lightly, sending electric shocks through her chest, her spine, down into her core.

She whimpered, hips writhing around Jon’s cock, wetness spilling out with every frantic buck of her hips.

Teo’s hand slid up her body, warm and tender, stroking through her hair like he couldn’t stop touching her—like he needed her under his hands.

Between kisses, he mapped her skin with his mouth—over her collarbone, the arch of her throat—soft, adoring, claiming her without words.

Linda moaned into Tina’s breast, sucking deep and slow, the sound vibrating against Tina’s flesh, rumbling straight into her heart, her bones, her dripping cunt.

Jon’s thrusts deepened, his hips slapping hard against her ass, each stroke heavier, rougher, sending wet, filthy sounds echoing between them, setting her body rocking helplessly between mouths and cock and hands.

“Fucking perfect,” Jon grunted. “So goddamn perfect...”

Tina’s fingers dug into the sheets, white-knuckled, her whole body straining toward the edge, blinded by need.

“I’m close,” she gasped, voice breaking, ragged.

Teo shifted again, lips leaving her nipple with a soft, wet sound.

He leaned up and kissed her—slow, deep, messy—his mouth warm and hungry against hers, drinking her down.

Tina moaned into him, hips frantic now, lifting to meet Jon’s punishing thrusts, her body burning, unraveling.

Teo’s hand slid down her belly, slow and sure.

He pressed his whole palm flat against her mons, firm and grounding, pressing deep into her throbbing mound, pinning her in place even as she twisted helplessly.

Tina twitched violently under him, her moan shattering into his mouth.

The pressure built—unstoppable, molten, cruel and sweet.

Her entire body was nothing but need, her skin burning, her pussy spasming around Jon’s thick shaft.

And just when she was about to shatter—

Teo’s fingers slipped down and found her clit.

A firm pinch. A slight twist.

A savage shock to her core.

Tina screamed into his mouth, hips bucking wildly, her orgasm tearing through her in a brutal, body-wrecking wave.

Her pussy clamped around Jon’s cock, spasming uncontrollably, soaking him, soaking herself, drenching the sheets in a wild, messy flood.

She writhed between them, legs shaking, mind blank, lost to the brutal flood ripping her apart.

Jon groaned, his rhythm breaking, hammering into her harder, deeper, forcing her to ride every crashing aftershock.

When it finally ebbed, Tina sagged back into the cushions, trembling, gasping against Teo’s mouth, their kiss still messy, desperate, drowning.

But Jon wasn’t done.