Page 65 of Insane Obsession

Castor laughs breathily. “Get up and turn around, flower.”.

My mouth falls open when I feel him leave wet, open kisses on my ass cheeks. Then he nuzzles my plug.

“Want more?” Bran asks.

I nod and let him feed me. Castor spreads my ass cheeks, takes out the plug and licks inside my hole.

“More?”

“Yes,” I rasp.

Always more.

Castor sits me down while sliding his cock slowly inside me. It burns, but I welcome the sting as he slowly takes possession. Molding my tunnel to the shape of his erection, he places his hands on my thighs and positions himself until he’s fully sheathed.

“Fuck,” I choke.

“More?”

“Yes.”

“Is it good?”

I swallow the drink. “So good.”

Castor digs his nails into my hips. “Move, flower. Ride my fat cock.”

With each roll of my hips, my muscles unclench a little more, melting the sharpness of his intrusion as I open up for him.

“That’s it,” Castor praises, tightening his grip. It still stings a little, but fuck…it feels so good at the same time. Parting my lips, I take in a deep breath of air. It comes out on a moan when he hits my prostate.

“F-fuck…”

“So good,” Castor suckles at my earlobe. “So sweet.”

“Want more?” Bran asks.

“Yes.”

“Open wider, sweetheart.”

“I—” I forget the rest of my phrase when he presses the head of his dick inside my mouth. “Hmmm.”

“Suck him, flower. Make him feel good.” Castor lifts his hips to my rhythm, fucking me deep. I gag when Bran takes that moment to slide to the back of my throat. They both chuckle. My cock loves the attention, slapping against my stomach as I’m riding Castor like my life depends on it.

Arching my back, I let Castor clasp my chin to keep me in place as Bran fucks my face with fast, deep thrusts.

“Look at you opening up for me, sweetheart,” he pants. “You’re taking it all, aren’t you? So good.”

Behind me, I feel Castor tense. His grip tightens, but his rolls become sluggish as his breathing becomes ragged.

Bran grabs a fist full of hair and pulls his dick even deeper, keeping me there, face forward, choking on his cock, while Castor shudders and grunts as he empties himself into me. He kisses my throat, then slowly pulls my head back and my mouth off Bran. My face feels hot and sticky from saliva and snot. My eyes water behind the blindfold.

“Fuck, look at you. Full with my come.”

Bran helps me stand up, and I feel the insides of my thighs wetten with come. A finger traces the wet line, followed by a hum. “Hmm. You taste good, brother.”

“Turn around, sweetheart. I want to drink from your cock.”

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