Page 42 of The Twins
I cried out, long and loud, and reveled in the pure satisfaction of coming on Cillian’s tongue. He fucked me with his fingers, and I clasped him deep inside.
Pleasure held me hostage, and I spasmed and shook. Pure male strength surrounded me, and I felt owned by them, adored by them.
“Yeah, that’s it…” Finn smoothed my hair from my forehead.
I stared into his eyes, my body convulsing. “Oh…oh…fuck…”
He grinned. “Yeah, you’ll get that, too.”
I squirmed, and Cillian lifted, withdrawing his fingers from my wet pussy.
“Thank you,” I managed.
“For letting me eat your pussy?” He chucked. “I should thank you, your girl cum tastes fucking amazing.” He wiped the back of his hand over his shiny mouth.
I was still breathing fast and I reached for his cock, and gripped Finn’s, too. I set up a steady rhythm, jerking them both off, exploring their lengths and solidity.
“Ah yeah.” Cillian placed his hands on his hips and let his head fall back. “Like that.”
My fingertips tickled his balls on the downward stroke, and I did the same to Finn.
He also moaned and raked his hand through his hair.
It was clear I’d been a very good girl in a previous life to have two such impressive cocks to play with.
Pushing up, I took Cillian’s into my mouth. The metal ring was cool and dinged gently against my teeth. It was new and exciting, and I took him deep into my mouth.
“Ah, fuck,” he murmured and filled his hand with my hair. “Like that.”
It took a bit of concentration, but I kept on working Finn, encouraging him to full hardness, until his pulse beat against my palm and he was breathing fast, hissing out curses every few seconds.
A drip of pre-cum laced my tongue, and Cillian’s cock jerked in my mouth; he was close.
So I lifted from him and took Finn’s cock into my mouth.
“Baby,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re so good.”
I hadn’t even started but I took him deep, until he touched the back of my throat.
He stuttered out a long moan, and his body tensed.
I ran my hands up his taut abs, learning his shape, his heat, his solidity.
The bed shifted as Cillian lay down on his back at my side.
I gave Finn my best moves, sucking, hugging him with my tongue, tugging his cock tip when I hit full depth.
After a few minutes, he groaned and withdrew. “Ah, doll, that’s a lot. I’m gonna spurt too soon.”
His cheeks were flushed and his pupils wide.
“I was having fun.” I pouted.
“Come have some fun riding this.” Cillian held his cock upright. He gave me a devilish grin. “Be my cowgirl.”
“I can do that.” My pussy clenched at the sight of his thick girth and the ring circling out of his tip.
I straddled his hips, my pussy just kissing his cock.
