Page 194 of Property of Necro
“So fuckin’ delicious,” he groans, laving my pucker, and it softens for him to spear inside, to fuck in tiny little thrusts.
Rot pops my breasts free and toys with my pierced nipples as Necro watches on. His pupils consume his irises as he frees his cock, and I reach for him to stroke, but he stops me with the firm shake of his head.
“Let me touch you,” I beg, and lick my lips.
Releasing a harsh breath, Necro stands and wraps my fingers around his jewelry-adorned cock. I thumb his thick slit, where his Prince Albert lives, and tug on the loop with my pinkie. A thick burst of precum drools down hiscockhead, and I use it to jack him, slowly, watching him fall deeper into a lustful fog, as Coffin eats my ass, and Rot plays with my nipples.
“I love your cock,” I moan, shoving my blond husband’s lips to my hole. “Fuck.” My legs tremble. “You’re gonna make me come again,” I whine, and Necro’s lips part as he unloads. Thick ropes of cum hit my breasts and arm as his hips sputter, and he bathes me in his love.
Turned on by his climax, I bite my bottom lip, and my eyes roll into the back of my skull. The world suspends for a long, delicious moment before everything tightens and I scream, coming around Coffin’s firm tongue. Fluid bursts from my cunt, and the universe fractures as air seizes in my lungs. Rot shifts, and then I feel him there, his soft glans nudging my back door.
“Goddammit, put me in,” he snarls at Coffin, who spits on Rot’s cock and presses it to my pucker. It yields without a fight, and he slides in just enough to fit halfway inside. A sharp, pleasure-laced hiss passes my lips as Rot sinks his teeth into my shoulder just before his thighs turn to steel, and his dick pulses, filling my ass with cum. When he’s through, my dark-haired husband retracts his teeth. “Now,” he growls at Coffin. “Do it now.” Fingers prod around my pucker as Coffin pulls Rot free and slips himself inside.
On his knees between my parted legs, he slots himself closer, lubricated by Rot’s spend. Leaning in, Coffin nudges my lips with his own, smelling of me, his mouth red from use. “I’m gonna come in this pretty little ass. My ass.”
I cup his cheeks. “Yes.”
“You want me to come in you, wife?”
“Yes,” I moan, voice wrecked with need.
“I didn’t fuckin’ hear you, whore.” Gripping my throat, Coffin applies pressure, snaps his teeth at me, and slams to the hilt. My entire ass quivers around his intrusion. “Tell me to come in your ass.”
“Come in my ass,” I beg.
“Come in my ass, what?” he challenges, snarling at me, his face contorted like a demon.
“Please.”
“Do I own you, Sweet Cheeks? Are you mine?”
“Yes.” Always. Forever.
Coffin’s nostrils flare as he tightens his grip. “Then fuckin’ say it.”
With my heartbeat whooshing through my ears, I grow lightheaded. My eyelids flutter as warm and fuzzies tingle from my fingertips to my toes. “I’m yours,” I wheeze. “My ass is yours.”
“And?” His thumb digs into my pulse point.
“M-my pussy.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Yes.” I nod, on the edge of no return. My eyelids lower as Rot’s erratic heartbeat pounds through my back.
And I float.
Into myself.
Onto another plane.
I don’t fight it.
I trust Coffin. I trust them to keep me safe.
“Christ, this is hot,” Rot whispers in my ear, cupping my breasts. “Keep goin’. You’re such a good girl. Tell Coffin how much you want him. Tell him how we own you.”
“You own me,” I whisper, and the tightness around mythroat lifts just enough to bring me back online, before locking down again.
