Page 165 of Property of Necro
Necro, the final piece to my puzzle, undresses inthe corner, away from everyone. Once I can tell he’s naked, I wave him over to me. But he doesn’t come. He stays shrouded in darkness.
“Dance with me?” I propose and look to Rot. “Can you put some music on?”
“Yeah. I got you.” Rot snatches his phone from his pants pocket on the floor and turns on a slower, heavy metal song to coax Necro out of his shell.
Closing my eyes, I give them space to acclimate as I dance to the beat. Swiveling my hips, my tits sway to the music, and I cup them, playing with my pierced nipples as I find my rhythm. I sense a body drawing closer, but I don’t peek. I dance and let them watch. Nobody speaks. There’s no need when our bodies do it for us.
Rough fingertips glide around my stomach, and a hard, studded cock notches, hot and sticky against my lower back. I reach back and loop an arm around his neck and grind against him sensually. Hot breath wafts across my shoulder, and goosebumps sprout, making me shiver.
He must have taken off his mask. Why is that so hot?
The trust.
The vulnerability.
Turning in his arms, I lace my fingers behind Necro’s neck and open my eyes to find him staring at me in what can only be described as wonder. Pressing my tits to his chest, his cock throbs against my belly, spilling precum over my skin.
“You’re so damn sexy,” I whisper, staring at his chiseled jaw, his unique features, and the scars. He’s beautiful. So damaged but so perfect.
Necro’s throat bobs as he swallows thickly and restshis forehead against mine as we sway together. Rot soon joins us, sliding up behind me. He rubs his wet cockhead against my ass, and I gasp as he leaves a damp trail of excitement in his wake.
He chuckles darkly in my ear. “We’re gonna fuck you here, Red.”
My pussy clenches.
Yes. I want that. That was the plan. Not originally. But now. To make this place ours. To christen it. To christen us.
Guiding me over to the couch, Rot takes charge as he snaps his fingers and points for Necro to sit down. Then he makes me straddle him. I wrap my arms around Necro’s neck and kiss him. I kiss him until I can no longer draw a steady breath. I kiss him until my lips burn. Rolling my hips, my pussy coats his erection as I glide him through my soaked folds. He hits my clit, and I moan. Rot reaches beneath me to wrap his thick fingers around Necro’s cock where he guides it to my entrance. Circling Necro’s pierced head around my hole, teasing us both, Necro shudders. The thighs beneath me turn to stone, and his blunt nails dig into my ass cheeks as his breath falters against my lips.
Knowing the signs and not wanting to waste a drop, I sink his thick cock to the hilt, and he comes, filling me, moaning broken and ragged into our kiss. I ride him through it, slowly, dragging his pleasure out, loving it, needing him to fill me. To connect…. And he doesn’t stop. Rocking my pussy on his thickness, Necro fucks his cum into my cunt, and I moan, my nipples scraping against his firm chest, my clit grinding against his pubes.
I gasp.
He groans.
And it builds.
Fuck. It builds.
The tension. The pleasure.
My nails nip his shoulders as he forces me to take more. To feel more. To be more. Rot slides up behind me and probes my ass with a finger, then two, lubing them as he goes with spit until I can take more.
“That’s it, good girl. Ride him,” he encourages, and I moan at his words.
A blade skates across my shoulder. The cool metal makes me shiver.
“Sweet Cheeks needs to be fucked,” Coffin growls.
Lifting me off Necro like I weigh nothing, Coffin pushes Rot onto the couch and forces me to sit on him. He glides right inside, throws his head back, and groans a broken, “Fuck.”
Having me right where he wants me, Coffin shoves my shoulders forward as he kneels on the floor and, in a single thrust, claims my ass. I scream. It burns as it stretches to accommodate his fat cock. Tears fill my eyes, and I tremble as I feel like I’ve been ripped in two. But he doesn’t care. Taking my ass like it’s his, he slams into my hole and turns me inside out. The pain soon fades and, in its place, pleasure builds, hot and intense.
Rot grips my cheeks and forces me to meet his feral gaze. “Is this what you wanted?” He bites my bottom lip and pulls back. Blood drips from my mouth, and my pussy squeezes at the sharp pain. It ripples down, down, down, and I gasp, loving it, hating it, craving more.
I nod.
That’s all I can do as both men fuck me like a rag doll, and their grunts fill the room.
