Page 132 of Crimson Tears

“Get it wet for him,” I say as her face hovers above his swollen cock.

Her tongue darts out when Cillian looks down at us. He groans, his head falling back as he thrusts in deeper. Our girl takes it like a champ.

“Fuck, Sweetheart. You’ve ruined me.”

She must like his words because she really gets into it, bobbing up and down, adding her hand to the mix. But all I told her to do was get it wet.

My hand twists in her hair at the base of her head, and I pull her up until her back is flush with my abs. My dick is so hard that when her ass presses against it, precum leaks from the tip with the simple contact.

“Are you ready to take us both? Need us to destroy you so all you can think about is how much you can take until you pass out between us?”

She whines, rocking her plump ass until I am forced to clench my jaw in order to prevent myself from coming here and now.

“Yes.Please.” The last word is a plea.

I move her up until her pussy is hovering just above Cillian’s cock, and he positions it right at her entrance.

Slowly, I control her body, making her take him inch by inch. I can feel her need, the ache within her as deep as my own.

“Shite, Old Man. I’m going to come. Let me move.”

My knees are pressed against his, stopping him from being able to push up into her very far. I chuckle, keeping Nessa in place.

“You better last so that I can fuck her ass, or you will have to deal with the pain of feeling her come around your cock after you have emptied inside of her.”

I watch as he grits his teeth, then lets go of Nessa so she can find her rhythm. Her body falls to his, and he sits up, hungrily pulling her breast into his mouth. It makes her back arch, giving me a perfect view of her ass.

I press my finger to the rim, lighting up every nerve ending until she is pushing back and begging for it.

“Just give it to me. Please.”

I laugh to myself. “I’ll give it to you when I am good and ready.”

I look at Cillian. “Lube.”

He nods and leans over to open the bedside drawer, tossing me the bottle. I squirt it onto my fingers, massaging it around a bit to warm it up before pressing on her back entrance again.

This time, I add one finger, pressing all the way to the knuckle before circling it around. She gasps and Cillian pushes into her harder.

“Oh fuck,” Nessa moans, her tight ring gripping my finger.

She is so close to coming again that when I add a second finger, I feel her fall over the edge.

Her ass constricts around me, and I can feel her walls constricting Cillian. He lets out a hiss, doing everything he can to hold back while Nessa falls onto his chest.

As soon as she relaxes, I press the head of my cock to her back entrance. I should be embarrassed that I am leaking again, nearly ready to burst from the sight of her coming alone.

“You better fuck her now, Old Man, or I’m going to take over.”

Ignoring him, I slide my length between her cheeks, nudging her tight opening a few times until she fully relaxes.

When I press the head in, we all groan in unison.

“Shit,” Cillian breathes in her ear.

“So good,” Nessa whimpers. “So full.”

“That’s right, Love,” Cillian takes her hair in his hand and lifts her head as he thrusts in, pushing me a little deeper. “You’re such a good girl taking both of our cocks.”

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