Page 115 of Twisted Play
“Yours,” she gasped as her entire body clenched aroundme, her muscles tightening and then releasing as she came. Her pussy fluttered around me then pulsed as her orgasm swept through her.
“Mine,” I gasped as I came inside her, painting her insides with ropes of hot cum.
“Ours,” Cole corrected me as he threw his head back and thrust one last time, filling her ass with his cum.
“Yours,” Eva whispered again as she quietly cried into my chest. “So fucking yours.”
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EVA
I awoketo bliss between my thighs, Tristan’s mouth moving over me as my hips pumped in time with the soft sucking on my clit.
When I scraped my fingers over his hair, he looked up, his golden eyes cloudy with lust.
“Good morning,” I rasped.
“It will be,” he promised, before moving up my body and entering me in one, smooth motion. I groaned at the stretch, still sore from the endless pleasure they’d extracted from me the night before. Then his piercings scraped against my insides, and I whined as need wound its way through me.
“Tristan,” I gasped. I loved the comforting weight of him as he moved, so I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my ankles on the firm curves of his ass, encouraging him to come closer before I realized what I was doing.
He cupped my cheek with one hand, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “How did I get so damn lucky?”
The question was a dash of cold water over the sweetness of the moment. He was lucky because he and his best friend were blackmailing me for sex. My ardor cooled, and Ilooked from side to side, surprised to see Cole wasn’t in bed with us.
Tristan must have sensed my change in mood, because he lifted up off me, staring into my eyes. “Hey,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”
Everything. Nothing. Definitely nothing I wanted to dig deep into while Tristan was fucking me awake. Last night I’d admitted how much I needed this, how much I needed sex with them, the wild, rough, unconstrained sex during which we all pretended I didn’t have a choice. This morning I wasn’t ready to be complicit in my own degradation again.
Tristan dropped down, supporting himself with his forearms on either side of my body, and nuzzled my cheek as he continued to fuck me sweetly, slowly, nothing like last night.
I pushed against him.
His brow furrowed, and even though I wanted nothing more than to smooth my thumb over it and reassure him, I refused.
Tristan brushed his lips over mine and then flipped us so I was on top.
I immediately tried to move off him, only for him to dig his fingers into my hips and hold me still.
I hated how this position highlighted every flaw and insecurity about my body, putting my soft belly and sagging breasts on display, every bit of jiggly skin visible. Last night I’d been too blissed out to care.
“Let me go,” I pleaded.
Tristan cocked his head, looking at me, his eyes wandering over my full breasts and pert nipples, the way my belly drooped over him, my thick thighs that spread over his sides.
“Why?”
“I don’t like this position,” I said quietly. The brightmorning light highlighted every single one of my flaws, sharpening the contrast between the hard muscles of his athletic body and the wobbly softness of my own.
“Why?”
“What are you, three?” I snapped.
He waited patiently, calmly, not giving me a hard time, just giving me space to answer him. In that moment, the hard walls around my heart cracked a little bit more.
“I don’t like the way I look,” I admitted, my voice so quiet, I could barely hear it. “I don’t like you looking at me like this.”
“Oh, kitten,” Tristan said, running one hand from my hip up to tweak a nipple. “Too fucking bad. I love looking at you like this. You’re so fucking beautiful, my cock in your pussy, every inch of your body on display for me, flushed and needy.”
