Bought By The Billionaire Brothers(38)
Author: Alexx Andria

Penny nodded but felt something stuck in her throat. They were being so sweet, so loving. How could she be sure about her true feelings if they were always so accommodating? Shouldn’t they hate her? She’d promised to be true and then had leapt into bed with Dillon. Oh God. She was the worst sort of tramp there was. “I’m sorry,” she murmured with a mournful shake of her head. “I’ve betrayed your trust in the worst way.” What else could she offer but the truth? “I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again.”

“Penny, you sweet little goose…we adore you. We aren’t ready to turn you loose,” Nolan said, drawing her to the chaise and sitting beside her. Vince joined them on her other side. Both brothers flanked her, the warm, sharp scent of their cologne beckoned with seductive promise and as wretched as she felt inside, she wondered if it were possible to go back to the way they were before. There’d been a time when she would’ve done anything to be in their peripheral much less in their direct line of sight. Before Dillon, that is.

Vince’s touch on her shoulders made her jump and he tsked at her reaction, “So tense, lover. Relax. Let us remind you what you adored about belonging to us.” She closed her eyes as his touch worked out the knots in her shoulders and she relaxed bit by bit against his firm hands. Vince always knew how to work her body, whether it was bent over his knee as he paddled her behind to a warm rosy red, causing her to buck against the pain, or teasing her nipples with fingers and tongue as he readied her for his cock. “Tell us what you want and we’ll give it to you,” he murmured against the sensitive shell of her ear, his breath teasing and warm. “We’ve missed our little plump peach and the feel of her body against ours. All that’s happened before this moment is forgiven. We know you didn’t mean to hurt us. Dillon is a master manipulator and we were fools to underestimate him with our most treasured possession. Forgive us, please,” Vince finished, his voice a silken slide against her nerve endings as he followed with a slow crawl of his lips against the column of her neck. “Show us that we’re still in your heart…” His hand crept to her blouse and delved inside, popping tiny buttons and sending mother-of-pearl scattering to the floor. Her breath hitched in her throat and her mind fuzzed as a part of her wanted to stop because it felt as if she were cheating against Dillon but the other part of her, the wounded, and broken-hearted part of her, reminded her sharply that Dillon had played with her emotions like a cat with a string and thus, he didn’t deserve her loyalty. The twins, on the other hand, had done nothing but treat her as they’d promised. Her head fell back and she allowed the twins to ease her down against the plush softness of the chaise. Before long, her breasts were spilling free from her bra and Nolan and Vince were feasting on her nipples, sucking her areolas deep into their greedy mouths like hungry babies and she lost herself to the sensation of being willingly devoured.

“We’ve missed you,” Nolan said against her skin while his hand snaked down her belly to unzip her jeans. He stopped long enough to pull her jeans from her legs as well as rip her panties away. She gasped at the forcefulness but Nolan, the more intuitive of the two, must’ve known her thoughts were as knotted as her shoulders for he moved swiftly to the soft apex of her thighs and gently pushed her legs apart, eager to taste her sweet flesh. Oh God…Nolan’s clever tongue delved deep, seeking and finding that hot, pulsing nub of nerve endings that swelled in ready response to his ardent attention. Vince swallowed her gasp as his tongue invaded her mouth just as Nolan’s penetrated her feminine folds. Each were taking turns ravaging her, both in mind and spirit, as her thoughts tumbled from the carnal to blissful nothingness, she pushed all memory of Dillon from her heart and gave herself to the sensation of being owned by her two Buchanan brothers.

“We’ve missed you, darling,” Nolan murmured, nuzzling her damp flesh as he tenderly licked and sucked at the swollen skin until he had her panting and twisting unable to take the sweet torture. “You’re so responsive…so sweet. I could remain between your legs for a lifetime…”

“Don’t be so greedy, brother,” Vince growled at Nolan, growing impatient. “You’re not the only one who has missed their pet.”

Nolan smiled wickedly and buried his face into her hot core, lapping and teasing her clitoris until she was sobbing against raised arm, shuddering as she nearly blacked out from the pleasure. “Please…I can’t take it anymore,” she begged for release, needing that ultimate cataclysm to send her hurtling into oblivion. “Oh God!”

“Not yet,” Nolan said, pulling away sharply just as she neared the edge, ready to topple over into a sinful paradise. She gulped a quick breath, her chest heaving as her throbbing body tensed with awareness. Nolan gestured to Vince, “My brother…would you like the honors of pushing her to the limit?”

Vince growled, “Hell yes,” and stood to his full height over her. She was splayed like a broken doll across the chaise, the urge to squeeze her thighs together to create that much-needed friction but she knew better and remained still even though she wanted desperately to give into sweet release. “On your stomach, sweet girl,” he commanded as he unbuckled his jeans and kicked them free. Penny caught a glimpse of his straining cock, the mushroom tip thick and bulging, as it sprang free from his boxer briefs. She knew what he wanted — what Vince always wanted and she tensed but Nolan’s soft words in her ear softened the fear as Vince commanded her to put her hands above her head and arch her back. She trembled as she complied, closing her eyes as Nolan trailed a finger down the small of her back and down the seam of her behind.

“You know you need this,” Nolan said gently. “You need to feel helpless to deny your own pleasure. We do this for you, my sweet. Let yourself go and accept your true nature.”

Vince probed her deeply, testing her readiness. She groaned at the pressure of one finger, followed by two, and then three. “So hot,” he said with approval. “So wet.” He leaned over her, his weight pressing her into the chaise as his cock rubbed insistently at her entrance. “Tell me you want this,” he commanded softly. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. She wanted to feel full, stretched beyond endurance. She wanted to forget…“Please, Vince…”