Page 137 of Property of Necro
“Because that’s what you do.”
His nostrils flare. “Are you mine?”
Chewing my bottom lip, I bob my head. “Yes. Yes. I think so.” Why else would I be here?
Getting off the bed, Coffin approaches, gripsmy hips, and drags me flush against him. I tip my head back to look at his face. My stomach swirls in confusion… because this is a lot. It’s been a lot for weeks.
“Then why would I stick my dick in any other whore than you?” Pressing his mouth to mine, Coffin whispers, “You’re the only whore I want. My dick belongs to you now.”
“But what if you get…”
He nips my bottom lip, enough to sting but not draw blood. “Horny?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Look at this.” Pulling back just enough, he shoves his hand in front of my face. “I have two of these and FaceTime. You can use Rot’s phone.”
“To do what?”
“Let me watch him fuck you.”
Oh.
I swallow thickly, loving the sound of that. Of us and…Wow. Yes. All that. I shiver. “Just like that?”
“Yeah.” He grins like a demon. “Just like that. And when I get home, I’ll make you hurt a little.” Sliding his hands down my backside, he grips my ass cheeks hard.
I moan in pleasured pain as my pussy clenches. “You can hurt me now.”
Coffin shakes his head. “No. Not yet. Soon.”
“There. Ordered. We have ten new board games arriving this week,” Rot calls. “Hey. What the fuck are you doing?” he adds when he notices me standing by Coffin.
“Talkin’,” his brother grunts.
“Right. Well, can you take that damn dress off our woman?”
Lifting my arms in the air, Coffin pulls the garment over my head, balls it up, and pitches it at Rot’s head, who catches it and laughs.
“That what you wanted?” Coffin growls, wearing the sexiest lopsided smirk.
I lean in and suck his collarbone. His entire body vibrates as he growls again and fixes me on his throat.
“Suck,” he demands, and I do.
Picking me up, he wraps my legs around his waist and sits on the edge of the bed, where I continue to suck and pull his salty skin into my mouth. I nip him with my teeth, and I leave a deep, purple mark for him to appreciate later when he looks in the mirror.
Widening his legs, he scoots forward on the mattress, and I gasp a breathy moan as a certain talented tongue slips between my folds and devours me from below.
Coffin’s hand drifts down my spine, and goosebumps sprout everywhere as they descend lower and lower until he’s touching me there… My ass.
His finger swirls around the opening and pulls back long enough to let Rot slather the hole with his tongue, lubing my entrance.
“I’m gonna finger your ass, Sweet Cheeks.”
I whimper hotly against his throat.
It’s been far too long since I’ve been touched there.
