Page 114 of Property of Necro
Ashamed of himself, Coffin hangs his head. “I would never let that happen.”
“You’re the one who did it. Remember?”
“That wasn’t me.” His voice quakes, and he hesitates before looking up at her.
“It was. You snapped your teeth at me and promised to kill me.”
“I would never do that. Ever. You gotta believe me,” my brother croaks, sounding sincere as fuck with his eyes rimmed in red.
Sliding off the stool, Sola lords over Coffin like a queen. She lifts the hem of the t-shirt I gave her to change into. Because nothing else looks better on that fox than our shirts, with her pussy mere inches from being touchable or, fuckable for anything we please.
She shows him the C, and instead of doing what he should do and apologize, the fucker licks it. Tracing it with his tongue, he groans, and none of us miss the sexual lilt to his tone. Nor do we miss when he grips her ass and stuffs his face in her pussy like I did in the barn.
It’s so fuckin’ hot watching them.
I adjust my erection.
“I missed you,” he rasps.
Mama makes eye contact with me from the other side of the kitchen and hitches his head toward the exit. I nod. He should probably get out of here. The heat is turning up to scorching. If I have any say in the matter, we’ll both be balls deep in our woman in less than five minutes and have her coming in six.
Once Mama’s gone, I slip behind Sola. Gently tilting her head to the side, I expose her neck and suck her pulse point. She purrs like a kitten, and I unbutton my jeans, tear down my zipper, and slot my cock between her luscious cheeks, Coffin’s still holding.
“I missed you.” I relay the same sentiment and nip her earlobe. She gasps, and my dick throbs at the delicious sound.
Oh. How. I’ve. Missed. Her.
Coffin hitches one of her legs over his shoulder, giving him better access to attack her cunt. Keeping my hands on her hips to keep her steady, I angle Sola forward just enough to slip my cock between her folds and slide into her soaking cunt as my brother sucks her clit.
“Oh. Fuck!” she screeches, holding onto the top of Coffin’s head as I start to thrust, slowly, to get her used to me and so my brother can still savor her.
I nip her shoulder. “Good girl,” I praise when she moans and takes whatever we want to give. Just like the good girl she is—our good girl.
When Sola begins to shake, her pussy clenches around my cock, and I take that as my cue to fuck her deeper.Gliding her down my cock, I draw out her pleasure, tortuously slow. Up and down. Taking my time. Incoherent babble drips from her lips like the sweetest honey as her chin rests on her chest.
“Oh. My. Oh. I’m. I’m.”
That’s it.
I slam into her, and Sola screams as she comes. Her legs give out, and I’ve got her. Holding her up, I sit on the stool and take her with me. Coffin comes right along. Like a well-oiled machine, I plant her feet on my knees, cup under her thighs, and I glide her up and down my shaft, as Coffin licks and sucks her pussy, groaning and growling as if he can’t get enough of the taste.
Her head rests on my collarbone, and her tits bounce as I connect us, giving us what we all need. To reunite. To be together like it’s supposed to be.
“Rot,” she gasps, grabbing Coffin’s head and forcing him to suck her clit.
He moans against her, and she curls an arm around my neck. “Rot.”
“I’ve got you, Red. I’ve got you.”
“I…I…”
“I know. Don’t worry. I’ll make you come.”
“Please,” she whines, and fuck if I don’t want to give her the world.
I tap the top of Coffin’s head, and he looks up at me, his mouth covered in her juices. He smiles like a goddamn deviant, pupils blown wide.
“Yeah?” he asks and rubs her bud to give it attention.
