Page 66 of Toxic Hope
“Good girl,” I praise as I sit up to free my aching dick from my jeans. I’m already hard as a rock when I bring the head of my cock to her wet entrance. I shove every inch of myself into her tight channel with a groan. She is so wet, I slide in with ease, but she is still very tight. So tight, it’s difficult not to blow my load already.
Fuck, I can’t come inside of her.
I pull out in frustration and reach for my wallet in my back pocket. I get the condom out and rip the wrapper open. While I put the rubber over my cock, Easton reaches for the oil. He pours some over her pussy, letting it run down her slit. She gasps at the sensation but doesn’t try to close her legs when my twin slides his hand under her ass.
His middle finger slowly disappears into Emma’s asshole. I wrap my fist around my condom-covered dick, pumping my hand up and down a few times as I take in the erotic view.
Emma arches her back, her hands are fisting the sheet, and she is biting her lip like she is trying not to moan.
I watch in awe as my brother adds a second finger into her asshole, stretching her out to take his cock next. I look back up at her face, grinning at the way it contorts from the pleasure we are giving her.
Easton fingerfucks her ass for a few moments, while I’m content watching her finally give in. She looks so beautiful when she is like this, so alive and free.
When Easton deems her ready, he pulls out his fingers and lifts her off his lap. I take her from him, holding her up long enough for him to get his dick out. He covers himself in more oil before grabbing onto Emma’s hips again.
“Just relax,” he coos, as he lowers her onto his cock carefully. Her asshole opens for him perfectly, stretching around his shaft as he shoves himself into her tightness. He stills when he is buried all the way inside of her. “I think she is ready for you.”
I look down at her center. Her ass is stuffed with my brother’s cock, and her pussy is spread open for me. Scooting forward on my knees, I line myself up with her waiting hole and push in. She is even tighter now with Easton in her ass.
I groan as her cunt grips me tightly. We have barely started fucking her, and she is already close to coming again. I can tell by the way her breath quickens and her thighs quiver.
“Don’t come yet,” I warn. “You’re going to come with us.”
“I can’t control it,” she whines.
“You can do it,” I encourage, as I start to move in and out of her, setting a pace.
Easton starts moving too, trying his best to match my movement. Emma’s hands find my shirt, wrapping her fingers around the fabric like she is trying to pull me closer.
“I can’t hold it,” she says, her voice strained.
“Not yet,” I order, fucking her harder now.
Easton’s moves become erratic, and I know he is close too. We thrust into her a few more times before I feel the familiar tingle of my impending release.
“Come for us, Emma, come all over our cocks,” I tell her in a voice I barely recognize as my own. And then she does. Her whole body tightens, her pussy squeezing me so tightly my own orgasm slams into me.
Easton groans loudly while Emma lets out a moan that the neighbors probably heard. I come so hard, my vision goes blurry for a second. Ropes of cum fill the condom as Emma’s cunt milks me dry.
I’m still seeing stars when I feel Easton pull out of her ass gently. I do the same with her pussy, slipping out carefully, before sitting up so I can look at her.
Emma is leaning against Easton’s chest. Her eyes are open but hooded, and she is looking at me with a sated expression and a soft smile. Smiling back at her, I get up from the bed and pullthe condom off so I can throw it into the small trash bin next to Emma’s desk.
When I turn back around, Emma is sitting up straight, and Easton is getting up from the bed. She is usually very tired after sex, and I expect her to lie back and let us tuck her in, but she just sits there on the bed. She pulls her legs together and toward her until her knees are up against her chest. Then she brings her hands to her face and lets her head fall into her palms. Her shoulders start to shake, and I realize she is crying.
What the fuck?
“Please, just leave,” she sobs into her hands.
“No way. You need to tell us what’s wrong. Why are you crying?” My words just make her cry harder. I stare at her, not sure what to do. Neither does Easton. When I glance over at him, he just shrugs.
I sit back down on the bed and pull her into my lap. She doesn’t fight me. Quite the opposite. Once she is settled in my lap, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck. She is holding onto me like she is scared of letting go. She continues to cry, her small body shaking in my hold with each ragged breath she takes.
Easton comes to join us on the bed, and he places his hand on Emma’s back. “Please, tell us why you are crying,” he tries again, but Emma won’t say a word.
Why is she so closed off? Why is she pushing us away when she clearly wants us to be with her? Ever since the other day when she talked to the doctor, she has been like this… An idea forms in my mind, and I immediately try to shove it away.No, it can’t be.But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
“Emma,” I whisper, trying to calm her down long enough to get some answers. “Please, just breathe. Everything is going to be okay,” I promise, though I have no business making such claims. Especially not if she confirms my suspicion.
