Page 21 of Insane Obsession

FINN

“Hmm.” I moan around Ringo’s cock. He tastes so good. Wet with a salty flavour I can’t get enough of. I slide his shaft down into my mouth, then back up so my tongue can swipe away more of his precum.

Prince’s hands grab my ass cheeks, making my skin stretch and flush. “Such a beautiful flower,” he murmurs. “Your ass was made for us. Look at that.” He brings a hand up to grip around my neck, and he starts with slow, shallow thrusts that have my body swaying back and forth and my mouth gliding over Ringo’s cock.

My ass burns. The intrusion is awkward and tight. I feel full and trapped in their dominance, leaving my mind to fight with my heart. Part of me wants to give in, to relax in their hold, but another part still wants to run and hide.

“Relax for me, sweetheart, and bare down,” Prince says. “I can feel your ass clench around my dick.”

I sputter around Ringo’s cock, making him chuckle while he traces the shape of my stretched lips with his fingertip. “So confused, aren’t you? You don’t have to be. Just let it happen. You’ll feel better if you do.”

He cups my cheeks and hums a melody. Inhaling a shaky breath, I lean into his touch.

“That’s it,” Ringo purrs. “Now, touch my balls.”

I do as he says, rolling his balls in my palm like they did to me. My chest flares when I hear him sigh in contentment.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. Keep on sucking, flower. And keep that ass relaxed for my brother to fuck.”

“He’s doing so well, isn’t he?” Prince purrs, and he continues his slow thrust.

He’s right; I’m loosening up, though the ache still has me clenching.

“And to answer your question from before. Yes, we moved your stuff.” Suddenly Prince slaps my ass cheek. The stain blooms into desire, and I buck my hips.

Ringo chuckles and brushes a strand of brown hair out of my face. “Oh, he likes that. Again.”

Prince strikes my ass cheek and this time I moan. His thrusts are still slow, but when he hits the spot, a bolt of pleasure shoots through my spine. Pulling off Ringo’s cock, I cry out.

“There we are,” Prince hushes. “Feels good, doesn’t it, flower?”

I can only nod faintly. My ass is on fire. Ache is fueled by desire. My mind has given in, crumbling in front of my heart, and I let myself be drug into their world.

Ringo guides my mouth back on his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Prince grunts. His thrusts picking up in speed. I shift and moan each time, mouth profusely leaking spit as I surrender to Ringo’s grip on my head, sliding me up and down. My jaws ache, but when a warm hand rolls my balls, I can’t help but mewl desperately around Ringo’s cock. My orgasm slowly starts to build up, coming from depths I didn’t know I had until this moment.

“Fuck, flower.” Ringo’s cock swells inside my mouth, and he closes his eyes and moans.

“Look at my brother,” Prince purrs into my ear. “Because he’s yours now. Look at how much pleasure you give him.”

Ringo peels open his eyes. They are black as the night. His lips curl into a small smile, and his nostrils flare. He lets out a guttural groan, then floods my mouth with his release.

Moaning, I try to take it all. The taste is new, and it’s warm, sticky and bitter. Not my favourite flavour, but watching Ringos’ body tremble as he moans through his orgasm is everything.

“Clean him up, flower.” Prince keeps his grip on me while I do just as he says, darting out my tongue and licking clean every bit of Ringo’s softening cock.

He bends forward and presses a kiss onto my lips, tasting himself on my tongue. His hand grabs hold of my cock, and he moans. The sound makes me desperate—the need to climax is overwhelming.

Prince’s thrusts become erratic, and he curls his hand around my throat and pulls me back against his chest. My hands reach back, and I grab his ass to hold on for dear life as he plunges inside me. My cock juts out, leaking and begging for release.

Ringo crawls closer, sealing his lips to mine and pressing our chests together.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Prince pants against my throat. “Fuck, baby, you’re precious.”

Ringo fists my cock and strokes. My balls draw up, and I let out a string of moans as a toe-curling pleasure tingles through my insides. I explode with a shout, and my climax shoots come everywhere. Prince’s cock fills my ass with his release, his grunts joining mine. I let my head fall against Ringo, who cups my cheeks and lifts my head, smiling.

His eyes have turned back to normal, irises more visible. They are dark brown with flecks of gold, laced with a mischievous glitter.

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