Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Together?” she whispers, like the word might ruin her.
I catch her chin between my fingers and tilt her face to mine. “Yes. Together,” I murmur, dark and sure. “You’re going to take us both. One in your tight little cunt. One in your ass. You’re going to feel us everywhere—stretching you wide, claiming what’s ours.”
Her lips part, but no words come out.
Arson strokes her throat with the backs of his fingers. “Look at her,” he breathes, voice wrapped in quiet reverence. “We’ve just gotten started, and she’s already trembling and soaked.”
I shift behind her, pressing my chest to her back. She stiffens—then shudders as my hands find her hips and drag her against me.
“How many times have you thought of this very moment?” I whisper. “Picturing us taking you at the same time, fucking you in unison.”
She sucks in a ragged breath, and I’m not sure if it’s needy or shame-filled.
“There’s no reason to hide what you want, not anymore,” Arson says gently, brushing her wet hair behind her ear. “We’re going to make all of your filthy fucking dreams come true, baby.”
“Because we already know how dirty you are,” I growl, dragging her soaked shirt over her head. Her bare skin gleams in the rain, flushed and sensitive, nipples tight.
Arson cups her face and kisses her—soft at first, teasing her lips open with his tongue. When she moans, he deepens it, claiming her mouth while I work my hands down her body.
My palms slide over her breasts, down her ribs, then between her legs, where her soaked panties stick to her like a second skin. I drag them down slowly, baring her inch by inch. She gasps as the rain hits her thighs, cool air on flushed flesh.
“Fuck, Lil,” I murmur. “You’re dripping like a faucet.”
“So perfect, and so fucking wet for us,” Arson whispers, dragging kisses along her jaw.
I slip two fingers knuckle deep inside her wet cunt. The sound her body makes as she clenches around my fingers is music to my ears. I’ve waited what seems like an eternity to be able to touch her, to have a moment like this with her.
“You were made for us.” I pant, curling my fingers inside her. “Weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “God—yes.”
“Good girl,” Arson praises. “Look at you. Falling apart already.”
Her knees wobble as I pump my fingers slow and deep, dragging slick sounds from her core. Arson’s mouth finds her breasts, kissing and sucking, tugging at her nipples with his teeth until she cries out. His gaze meets mine over her head, eyes glittering with shared euphoria. A look of perfect understanding passes between us. This is how it was always meant to be. The three of us, together, bound by a love that defies definition.
“You’re going to be such a pretty mess by the time we sink inside you.”
She arches into my touch, silently begging for more. I oblige, dipping my fingers into slick heat, then back behind to her tight little asshole. She tenses but then relaxes under Arson’s ministrations. We work in tandem, our movements synchronized by an unspoken understanding. Push and pull, give and take, a dance as old as time itself. She’s the instrument and we’re the musicians, coaxing forth a symphony of sighs and moans that echoes through the hushed forest.
I stretch her slowly, spreading, widening, as Arson does the same to her pussy.
Yes. I need this. I want to claim the last piece of innocence she has left.
She trembles as I work a second finger inside her ass, her body resisting for a moment before yielding to the stretch. Arson keeps her distracted with deep, drugging kisses, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his fingers buried knuckle deep in her slick heat.
“Please,” she gasps, the word muffled against his mouth. “I need...”
I reach up, twist her thick blond hair in my fist, and pull her head back while I fuck her asshole, gently. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“Say it,” I whisper, lips brushing her throat. “Tell us how bad you want it.”
“Please—need you both—need to be filled.”
“Where?” I press.
“My pussy,” she whimpers. “And… my ass.”
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Arson adds.
“I want your cocks,” she cries. “I want to be split open. Stretched. Used.”
Arson strokes her cheek with aching tenderness. “That’s our girl.”
I press a kiss to her lower back, whispering, “Now we give you exactly what you asked for.” A moment later, I withdraw my fingers slowly, relishing her whine of protest at the loss.
But it’s only a momentary reprieve. I position myself at her tight rear entrance, the head of my cock nudging against the slick pucker.
Arson mirrors my movements, the thick length of him pressing insistently at her dripping slit. We pause there, poised on the brink, savoring the anticipation.
“Ours,” Arson rasps, the word heavy with possession. “Forever.”