Page 122 of Property of Necro
“Really? Creature. Is. Hot. Like. So. Hot,” I purr, and to further prove my point, I bat my eyelashes as I punctuate each word in the most sensual voice I can muster.
On a snarl, Coffin spins me around and slams my back against the wall.
The wind is knocked out of my lungs. Before I can scold him for being too rough, he hoists me off the ground, rips the front of his jeans down, and slams inside me, fucking me like a monster with my legs wrapped around his thick waist.
“Hell yeah,” Rot encourages as Coffin pounds my spine into next week and makes my pussy sing thesweet, sweet oversensitive tune of coming after she’s already been used. It’s too much. Too quick. Too hard.
I hang on for dear life, but he doesn’t relent.
Not when I sink my teeth into his bare shoulder and come.
Not when Rot pulls out his dick and jacks off as he watches us go at it.
I take it.
Every brutal thrust. Every mean word. I love it. I need it. I never want it to end.
“This. Cunt. Is. Mine,” Coffin growls, punctuating his words with each drive.
He nips my cheek, and I whine.
“You only come for us. I’ll kill anyone who touches you. You’re ours. Do you fuckin’ understand? Ours. Your breath belongs to us. Your ass. Your pussy. Your lips. They belong to us. You don’t sleep unless we let you. You don’t eat. You don’t come. We. Own. You.”
“Yes,” I cry out.
“Say the words, Sweet Cheeks. Fuckin’ say ‘em.”
“You own me.”
“Who owns you?”
“You.”
“And?” Coffin snarls.
“Rot.”
“And?”
“Necro.”
“You’re such a good girl,” Rot praises as he slips beside us and pries my hand from around Coffin’s neck to wrap it around his steel. “Stroke me. I’m close.”
“Do it, Sweet Cheeks. Make him come for you.”
“Only me.” I lick my lips, staring down at Rot’s thickness as it fills my hand, wishing it were in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Slick precum dampens my palm. I use it to stroke him. To make him feel good. His head drops forward, and his eyes squeeze shut as he ruts into the tunnel.
“That’s right,” Coffin encourages, watching me jack his brother.
Rot grips my wrist and fucks himself in the tight channel of my fist. “Only you, Good girl. Only you,” he grits and stills. Abs tightening, Rot explodes, painting the side of Coffin’s leg, and my hand in his sticky release as he moans through his climax.
“Fuck.” Coffin drops his forehead onto my shoulder, and his hips stutter. He grunts, and his cock thickens a moment before he, too, tips over the edge of no return.
“You two have a system.” I snicker as Coffin’s cock slips free and he places me on solid ground. Sagging against the wall, he tucks himself away as Rot cleans up with the wet wipes from his desk drawer.
I lean against the door to catch my breath before my knees buckle. Cum drips down the inside of my thighs.
“A system?” Rot asks, still catching his breath.
