Page 7 of Eternal Pieces (The Violet Delights Duet #2)
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M y knees ache, buried deep in the snow. The cold is really getting to my nerves and I’ll be even more sore tomorrow, but it’ll be so goddamn worth it.
As soon as I turn the plug on, Violet’s coming all over my mouth.
That was easier than I expected, especially since Mad already wrung four orgasms out of our poor, exhausted girl.
However, I’m not too worried about falling behind now that she’s given me permission to use her if she does happen to pass out. It means I don’t have to hold back.
Violet’s hands clench into tight fists above the branch; her large breasts sway as her entire body shakes.
I chuckle to myself. “Too much?”
“N-no. I can handle it.” Violet’s always been stubborn.
It’s how she managed to go no-contact with us after the accident.
Remembering that time is enough to make me angry.
Not towards her. Never towards her. She had her reasons for leaving, the same way Mad and I had our reasons for stalking her to get her back.
“If you say so. The plug’s staying on until I beat Mad so…” I trail off and bite her thigh, leaving deep teeth marks in the soft, thick flesh.
“Your ass is bright red from our brother spanking you, maybe this should be how I leave my mark on you.” I bite her again, leaving another imprint of my teeth—of my ownership of her body.
Rolling her head against her shoulder, she tries to stop her moans. Despite the cold, her body is coated in sweat, and as much as I want to play with her forever, I know I can’t leave her out in these conditions for too long.
“You want my cock, sweetheart?” I ask between licks of her pussy.
“Yes. Please. I want my big brother inside of me.” She sounds like she’s drunk.
No doubt Mad got her to call him that. He’s into it more than me, but Violet will always be our stepsister as well as our future wife and the mother of our children. I hold onto every piece of her, storing them all away in my heart where they give me fuel to come out stronger each day.
“If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to give me another orgasm,” I demand.
“I can’t,” she whines. I stand up and hook my arms under her thighs, wrapping them around my hips.
“You’re at my mercy here, Violet and if I tell you to come then you’ll fucking come.
” I shove two fingers deep inside her pussy.
“You need to be bred. You crave it as much as you crave your big brothers’ cocks.
Maybe even as much as you need to be degraded.
So give me another orgasm and let me fill my pussy up. ”
Tears pour down her face at the same time she soaks my fingers.
“See, it wasn’t that hard to be a good girl and obey me now, was it? Well done. You’ve earned yourself a nice big helping of cock.” As I speak I tug my cock free and work it into her entrance. There’s zero resistance. She’s loose and wet. Both signs of a pussy begging to be bred.
The sudden intrusion brings her back to life, and she’s gasping, writhing on me. My hard chest rubs against her softness, keeping her warm with my body heat. Her wet clit glides against my toned pelvis and she works herself into another frenzy.
Slowly, I graze my lips along her jawline. As soon as I near her mouth, she’s launching at me, claiming them with her own. With her tongue. With her teeth. It’s a messy, desperate kiss. It’s everything we are.
“More,” she murmurs into my mouth.
I pull back and drag my tongue down her throat. “Only filthy little whores who come when I tell them to get more. Now come.”
Latching my teeth onto her nipple, she screams, exploding around me.
“Mmm.” She can barely form the one syllable that makes up my name as her orgasm overtakes her. That’s three already and in quicker succession than Mad. I’m surprised I’ve not caught him watching nearby, keeping track of my achievements.
Violet’s body goes slack, her muscles twitching, and her inner walls milking me to completion. As I’m coming inside her, I realize she’s passed out on me.
“Violet?” I tilt her head up to see if she’s alright.
Her eyelids flutter gently, and a small smile traces her lips.
She’s fine, just well fucked. I kiss her lips before pulling out of her and unlocking the cuffs, letting them fall to the floor.
Leaving everything behind, I focus on carrying Violet bridal style to our final destination.
Looking down at her, I wonder to myself how she gets more and more perfect with each passing day.
Violet will forever have me questioning what I’ve done to deserve her. Is it the almost constant physical pain I endure? The mental anguish that tore me apart when I thought I lost her?
I grip her tighter at that thought. It still scares me. No, we’re never losing her again.
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her. And I know Mad will do the same.
I stare at her stomach, at the soft, squishy flesh that I love so much and will only love more as she grows bigger.
“I can’t wait to find out if my baby’s in here. You’re going to be a good girl and give us a big family, aren’t you?” I don’t expect her to answer, but her head rolls closer to my chest, and she mewls in her sleep.
“Once we know you’re pregnant, then there’ll be no stopping us from keeping you constantly bred. Your womb will be full with our come and babies every single day for the rest of your life.”
She’ll still get her career. She’ll get everything. Mad and I are fully prepared to pull more than our fair share of the weight as fathers. Violet is ours to breed, but she’s also ours to care for and cherish.