Page 81 of Fragmented Illusions
Right when my balls draw up with my need to come, Solomon yanks his fingers out of me. The sudden emptiness in my body has me halting all of my movements, desperate for him to fill me.
Fallon grapples at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me deeper into her. Her heels dig into my ass at the same time I feel the head of Solomon’s dick pressing against my hole.
“Fuuuuck.” It’s an overload of sensations I don’t know how to grasp. I slowly grind my hips into Fallon. My hair at my pubic bone brushes against her clit with every rotation and she clenches around me, mewling and panting. Lost.
Sweat covers every inch of my skin and hers as our bodies rub together. Solomon’s thick erection presses deeper inside of me. I can feel my hole stretching around him. A low, steady throb resides deep in my ass as he finally bottoms out inside of me.
His long fingers grab the base of my hips as he seats his pelvis flush against my ass. The movement has me pressing further into Fallon and all three of us moan in unison.
“Oh. Mygod,” Fallon cries out. Her pussy clamps around me and a sudden gush soaks my cock and floods to the floor beneath us.
“Pretty girl,” I groan as I pull back to stare between us. My entire pelvis is dripping wet, as well as my balls and my thighs.
“Make her come again,” Sol growls. His voice rings loudly through the room and Fallon squeezes her legs around me, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her arms fall limp to the floor and her head rolls to the side, her eyelids fluttering closed.
Solomon tightens his grip on me as he works his dick in my ass. He pulls out until I’m clamping around him, desperate for him to fill me.
“My greedy little brother. I wish you could see the way your tight little hole sucks me in,” he breathes out as he plunges back in. He has one hand on my hip, and he moves the other to my shoulder so he can hold onto me tight as he pounds into my ass.
“Ugh,” I grunt. My knees slip against the floor, and I feel a sliver of wood pierce the skin of my knee. I try to readjust, but the movement only causes Sol to sink deeper inside of me. Because of that, I sink deeper into Fallon.
She stirs back to life underneath me. Her eyes flutter open and land on me—well, my mask. Her bright blue eyes are glazed with pleasure as I slowly thrust. I speed up my pace as the throb in my balls and my ass becomes too much to bear.
“Sol,” I cry out when his cock massages that fuckingbuttoninside of me over and over and over again with every thrust. My hole spasms and my hips stutter as my cock gushes, fuckinggushes,inside of Fallon’s sweet fucking pussy.
At the sensation of my cum filling her deep, she squeezes the fuck out of my dick, prolonging my release as she tightens her legs around my hips. Her hand reaches near my face, and I flinch away from her, scared she’s going to try to take my mask off.
But instead, she reaches for Solomon’s hand that is still gripping my shoulder. He loosens his hold to intertwine his fingers with Fallon’s as he chases his own release. I sink on top of Fallon, putting almost my entire weight on top of her as Solomon fucks me into oblivion.
My still hard cock moves inside of Fallon with every thrust of Sol’s and it’s not long before she’s coming again, gushing all over me. I can feel their hands on my shoulder tighten as she comes, and that is what sets Solomon over the edge.
With his left hand, he spreads my cheeks apart and presses his thumb against my rim. I clench instinctively and he growls as he comes. I feel his release shoot deep inside of me, hot and so fuckinggood.
I rock my hips as he works himself down before he falls on top of me. We’re all a sweaty, sticky, bloody mess as we lie on each other, catching our breath and zoning the fuck out.
We’re all lost in one another.
And I never want to find our way out.
Solomon
I have never felt this before.
This desire. ThisneedI have for her—for them both.
My brother and my pretty girl.
Watching her swipe that blade over the woman’s flesh, drawing blood from her. But when she tasted her blood… I almost lost it right then and there.
My cock pulsed in my pants and a mere feather light touch would have set me off.
The feelings she draws out in me are unpredictable. The way Spencer has always made me feel is dangerous. Together, it’s catastrophic.
My mask presses into my face, annoying the hell out of me, but I can’t move. I don’t want to move because once we do, I’m afraid the reality of this situation is going to sink into Fallon and she’s going to freak.
She can’t panic. Because if she does, then that means this wasn’t meant to be—that she can’t handle this—and that can’t happen.
I refuse it vehemently.
