Page 107 of The Twins
“I’ll go slow,” he said, looking up at me, his eyes flashing with excitement. “And we’ll use this.” With his free hand, he coated his knuckles in shiny clear lube.
“I don’t know…I…” His fist? Fisting! Not something I’d ever been into. But oh, it felt so intense, so good to orgasm around such a thick invasion.
“We’re going to keep you coming.” Finn slid the vibrator over my distended clit again. “That way he can get all the way in. It’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”
“Oh God.” I shook in his arms, my breasts quivering and the flush of red spreading over my shoulders and up to my cheeks. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Trust us.” Finn circled my clit, over it, around it, working me to another orgasm that had been hovering.
I was on a roller coaster of ecstasy.
Cillian pumped gently in and out of me, his knuckles disappearing into my wet folds. I stared down at his shamrock,at the fine hairs coating his wrist, the tendons moving in his forearm with each shift of his arm.
“Relax, let him in,” Finn said. His cock was solid in the small of my back. He was enjoying himself.
I wondered when he’d fuck me.
“That’s it, come again,” Cillian said, adjusting his position and his erection bobbing upward, thick and solid and with a drip of pre-cum in his slit. “Fuck yeah.” Excitement laced his tone, and he gripped his cock, gave it a few rubs up and down.
Watching him tipped me over the edge, and my climax claimed me. A great wave of bliss that sent my pussy into new spasms around his fingers and knuckles.
As I came he went deeper, the lube easing his way.
I cried out, the stretching sensation just what I wanted. I’d always craved the absolute fullness he was giving me now. Coming around him was so dark and dense, electric, fulfilling in a new way.
Finn bit on my ear. “Good girl. Stay with it.” He didn’t remove the vibe, instead he kept circling my clit, dragging the tip over it and extending my orgasm.
I wailed and bucked, my pussy wept, and my stomach clenched. “More!” I demanded, lost to it, lost to them.
“Fucking hell,” Cillian said. “This is so horny.”
The pressure in my pussy increased, my entrance stretching to the max.
Unblinking, I stared down between my legs. The shamrock had gone. Just Cillian’s wrist was visible. He had his whole hand inside me, and I came and came, writhing and bucking, crying out, and clamping around the vast denseness. Each pulse of my orgasm spiraled me into another, there was nowhere for the pleasure to release and it kept tumbling over itself.
He was masturbating faster now. Sweat dotted his brow and the hairs at his sternum. “Ah yeah,” he moaned. “Being inside you…like this.”
“Come with me,” I gasped. Tears leaked down my cheeks. I was in another dimension. Pleasure owned me. This was like nothing I’d experienced before
“Fuck yeah.” He gritted his teeth and rested his cheek on my thigh, his focus on my taut, stretched pussy. “Ah…fuck….fuck…yeah…” His hand on his cock moved wildly, a blur, and he came in several spurts that landed on the towel I’d discarded. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” he panted, “that…are you okay?”
“Yes. Yes…I am…oh but…”
Finn moved the vibe, and my body calmed, though still I throbbed around Cillian’s fist.
“You have no idea.” Finn tossed the vibe to one side. “How hot you are, how crazy with lust you make us.”
“I…I think I do…” I was struggling to catch my breath.
“Lie back,” Finn said, moving to the side and gently lowering me to the bed.
Cillian stayed inside me, and I gasped as I adjusted to the new angle.
“I need to come.” Finn got to his knees and grasped his cock. “Fuck, I need to come before my goddam balls explode.”
I clasped my hand over his ass cheek and squeezed.
He tipped his head back and groaned. “Ah yeah, fucking filthy little doll we’ve got ourselves, Cillian.”
