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)
They ride me through it, hips churning, stroking me through the aftershocks until I collapse, boneless, against Arson’s chest.
But they’re not done with me yet. Not even close. I can feel the rigid heat of them still pulsing inside me, demanding more.
“Again,” Arson growls against my lips, his hand still moving between my thighs, coaxing me back from the edge only to push me over once more.
“We’re going to fill you up,” Aries promises darkly, punctuating the words with a sharp snap of his hips that makes me yelp. “Fuck you so deep and hard, you’ll never want anything else. Brother, you want to feel how good her ass takes a cock? I want to feel the sweet heat of her cunt again.”
Arson releases an mmm against my lips, and I shudder, lost to them both. They both pull out of me and I feel a spill of liquid down my ass and thighs—my own arousal, Aries’s blood, their precum—all of it adding to the slowing of time and the languid sensations in my body.
They shuffle around a minute, Aries and Arson passing back and forth a ripped shirt? between them cleaning themselves off before reshifting into opposing positions.
Arson moves behind me, and Aries traps my face in his hands and kisses me like I am his oxygen. All I can do is hold on while they invade me again, this time my body slick in a way for them to easily use, even as it doesn’t ease the tightness of them both filling me up.
There’s a soft moan against my ear that sends arousal through my veins all over as Aries plunders my lips. When he pulls away, he stares me straight in the eye as he pumps into me, faster, harder, deeper. Arson matches his pace like they were made for this, made for me.
I moan brokenly, shuddering as a second orgasm crashes into me before the first has fully receded. They don’t relent, wringing pleasure from my quivering flesh with ruthless skill. I’m lost in a haze of ecstasy, my body no longer my own as they use me for their own ends.
Arson’s hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back to expose the arch of my throat. His teeth scrape over the sensitive skin before he sucks hard, marking me as his. Aries’s fingers dig into the flesh of my stomach as he pounds into me, the force of his thrusts rocking me backward into Arson’s chest.
I’m mindless, reduced to nothing but sensation and need. The slap of flesh on flesh, the filthy praises they groan against my skin, the relentless drive of their cocks stretching me wide. I could happily drown in this feeling, subsumed by the tidal wave of pure bliss cresting over me again and again.
Distantly, I feel the tension in their powerful frames, the stuttering rhythm of their hips that signals their impending release. Part of me wants to beg them to wait, to make this exquisite torment last forever. But the other part, the wanton creature of desire they’ve awakened, wants nothing more than to feel them pulse and throb as they empty themselves inside me, marking me irrevocably as theirs.
“Please,” I moan, my voice a broken rasp. “Please, I need…”
“We know what you need,” Arson soothes, his fingers tightening in my hair. “And we’re going to give it to you. Every last drop.”
Aries’s thrusts turn erratic, his breathing harsh against my cheek. “Fuck, I can’t… I’m going to...”
“Do it,” Arson commands, his own hips driving up to meet his brother’s. “Fill her up. Make her ours.”
With twin groans of surrender, they let go, their cocks jerking and twitching as they spill their release deep inside me. I keen at the sensation, the hot flood of their seed triggering one final, shattering climax that seems to go on forever.
My world narrows to nothing but fire racing through my veins, obliterating everything except pure, overwhelming sensation. Distantly, I’m aware of their hands gentling on my sweat-slicked skin, their lips brushing tender kisses over my face as they murmur words of praise and possession. But it’s all secondary to the pulsing fullness of them still buried inside me, the warm trickle of their combined release seeping out to coat my thighs.
Slowly, carefully, they ease out of my tender flesh, drawing whimpers from my throat at the loss. For some strange reason, I’m afraid they’ll both disappear, but they don’t go far. Arson gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he lowers us to the moss-covered ground while Aries stretches out beside us, one large hand splaying possessively over my hip.
I’m not sure how long we simply lie there, our racing hearts gradually slowing, and our breathing evening out. The air is heavy with the musk of sex and sweat, the earthy scent of the forest floor beneath us. In the distance, a bird trills out a sweet song, the melody at odds with the primal act we’ve just engaged in.