Page 115 of Property of Necro
Sola’s legs quake, and I know she’s close again.
“Take your dick out,” I order. “Stick it in beside me.”
“Two at once? You sure?” That smile of his triples in size.
“Yeah. She’s got this.”
Sola’s too far gone to understand what I’m saying as I bounce her on my cock. Coffin gets off the floor and pulls himself out. He steps in between my spread thighs and notches his head against the underside of my dick. Fuck. It feels good. The friction. The connection. We haven’t done this often, but fuck do I love it when we do.
Gasping, Sola jolts in surprise. “What’s? What are you…” she reaches down to feel us there. Me inside, and Coffin ready to join.
“Just breathe,” I instruct. “We both want to come in you. Just breathe. We can fit.”
“Rot.” Her voice wobbles in concern.
I kiss her temple. “Be a good girl and take our cocks, sweetie. You’ve got this.”
Coffin pushes forward, and Sola hisses as he glides through her opening, joining me. He rubs her clit in circles to lessen the sting as he slides in deep. It’s tight. I grit my teeth at how perfect it feels to have her double-stuffed. To have us fuck her together. After months without this perfect woman and her cunt, I can’t fuckin’ take it. When Coffin bottoms out, Sola’s entire form locks down tight.
Her back arches against my chest, and a keening cry bursts from her soul as she shatters around us. It’s enough for my nuts to draw up tight, and I meet Coffin’s eyes over Sola’s shoulder as I come. Spurt after hot spurt of my seed floods her cunt. Coffin draws back, his brows knit in the center, he bites his bottom lip, and his hips stutter as hethrusts a final time and unloads beside me, filling her to the brim, making a giant mess.
Watching him come, feeling her come, it cracks something in my chest wide open. I hug her closer and pepper kisses all along her neck and shoulder as Coffin pulls out, and with it, my cock goes too. A rush of cum drips from my spent member. Not quite done, I lift Sola onto the kitchen island. She gasps on contact, then giggles. “It’s cold.” She wiggles as goosebumps pebble all over her pale, freckle-kissed skin.
Coffin washes up in the sink, and I scoot Sola to the edge of the island, drop to my knees, and lick her clean. I moan, loving the flavor of us combined, soaking into her folds. I get high off the scent. Off the flavor. I’m hard within minutes. Needing more, I eat her until she comes on my face, and I jack off. It doesn’t take long for either of us to fall into the land of no return—her first, squirting, and me filling my fist.
When I’m through, I offer Sola my hand, and like the good girl she is, she licks it clean, savoring every drop of cum, moaning as she swallows. Coffin watches us in what could only be described as awe. He hasn’t had many times with Sola. Not like I have. Not like this. We’re used to each other. Reading what the other wants and needs. I can sense her moods, and I know what to give her.
That’s how I know she’s ours.
The connection.
No words are spoken when she sits up and kisses me. It’s soft and so her. When we’re done getting reacquainted after what feels like years apart, she crooks a finger at Coffin, who looks like a love-struck schoolboy when sheslots himself between her legs and she kisses him too. Taking her time, she threads her fingers around the base of his neck and reunites with my brother.
A lump catches in my throat watching them together.
So fucking beautiful.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again.” Sola lightly slaps his face as he pulls away and cups her cheeks.
Staring straight into her eyes, Coffin vows, “I will protect you for always. It won’t happen again. I fuckin’ missed you, Sweet Cheeks.” Gripping her ass, he tugs her off the island and plants her on the floor, but not before he pecks her soundly a final time, and then it’s us in the kitchen, sated, and… smiling. All three of us have drunk grins, and I’m damn near bursting out of my skin with happiness.
“Now what?” Sola sings, linking her arm through mine and Coffin’s.
“We decide how to deal with Necro,” I announce, staring down at my beautiful woman.
Coffin groans and drags a hand down his face. “We’re fucked.”
He’s right.
We’re fucked.
If you think Coffin’s been bad.
Ha.
Necro.
He’s the worst.
