Page 20 of Insane Obsession

“Are you cold, flower?” Ringo wraps himself around me, our chests touching.

“He’s still sleeping,” Prince muses from behind me. Hair tickles my forearm, and then I hear them kissing.

“Are you sure?” Ringo murmurs, and as their mouths rejoin on a moan, a hand cups my dick. I’m already half-hard and growing.

Prince grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my throat to Ringo. He lowers his lips to my Adam’s apple, lavishing open-mouth kisses further up until they linger in the curve right under my ear.

“Flower,” Prince murmurs. “I’m going to prep you now, and then I’m going to fuck that sweet, tight virgin hole of yours. Make you ours.” He bites down in my flesh, and I tremble, hips rocking back and forth as my heart thumps wildly in my chest.

Someone pinches my balls, and I yelp.

Ringo chuckles.

A cool, wet finger glides down my spine and over the curve of my ass to my crease. I whimper when it moves between my cheeks, eyes burning when Prince pulls on my hair again.

“Where are my glasses?”

“They’re right here, flower,” Ringo soothes. “You want them?”

I shake my head. “No, I just wanted to be sure.”

“Put them on his face,” Prince orders. “So he can see where we are.”

Ringo puts them on my nose, leaving a peck on my lips, and as I look around, Prince’s finger unguardedly slips inside me. I clench my muscles as panic rushes over me.

“Why are you afraid?” He growls against the back of my head. His finger probes deeper and goes back and forth, creating an uncomfortable tightness. My entire body locks up.

“Flower.” Ringo tilts up my chin and brushes his lips against mine. “Relax for me. Prince is going to make you feel really good, sweetheart.”

“I…I shouldn’t be here,” I choke.

Ringo cocks his head in confusion. “Where else should you be? We already moved your stuff.”

“You moved my stuff?” My eyes widen, but I groan when Prince adds another finger.

“He’s as tight as a vise.” Prince leans in and nips my neck with his teeth as he continues. Ringo joins him, and despite the strange ache in my ass, I moan when I feel both their lips brushing my flushed skin.

“Am I dreaming?” I mumble. It sure feels like I am. And I’m about to wake up in that isolation room. Fuck. My eyes jump to where Lea is on the screen.

More cool liquid is put into my crease, and I shiver. Prince licks one side of my lips and Ringo the other, and then we are kissing all three, tongues and mouths everywhere.

I let out a surprised moan when Prince hits a spot of pleasure inside my ass. My body writhes between them. Ringo chuckles, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he gazes up with those dark eyes.

Prince has an arm wrapped around my throat, forcing my head against his chest. “Shall we release poor Lea?” He growls against my ear. He pulls his fingers out, and I whimper. “Or shall we leave her in there for the next six months?”

Ringo scoffs.

The blunt head of Prince’s cock presses against my hole, and I tense. “Relax for me, Finn.”

Ringo pulls the sheets away from himself, and I can’t help but gawk at his flawless, pale skin. Dips and curves flatter his chest and stomach, and a trail of hair around his belly button meets his hard, flushed cock. Everything about him is mouthwatering. He smiles when he watches me staring, and I blush and turn away. His fingers pry my head back, forcing me to look. “Why don’t you put your mouth down here, flower?” His voice sounds like dripping honey, and I am putty in his hands. I let Prince push my upper body forward and lower my head.

Prince takes his time as he massages my ass cheeks, humming soft words.

My mouth connects to the crown of Ringo’s dick, and I sigh, drowning in desire.

“There’s a good boy,” Ringo murmurs. His hand around my nape guides me up and down his dick, my mouth leaking with saliva. “And good boys get treats, don’t they?”

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