Page 114 of Twisted Play
Cole chuckled, dark and knowing. “Do you need my cock in your ass?” He nipped at her ear, his teeth dragging over sensitive skin.
Eva hesitated, her breath catching.
I reached up to tweak a nipple. Her whole body arched, and fuuucccckkkk, her pussy clenched so hard around my cock. “Answer the question, kitten.”
“Y-y-yes,” she said, closing her eyes and finishing on a moan.
Cole’s cock made her feel so goddamned tight as he worked his way into her with shallow thrusts, deeper, until he was all the way inside her.
Eva shuddered and whimpered, bringing her arms up and around my neck, leaning into me, pressing our torsos together.
Fuck, I was going to nut early. I started reciting hockey stats in my head to distract myself from how tight and hot Eva was, how fucking good it felt to feel Cole’s cock sliding against mine through the thin membrane separating us inside her.
Cole met my eyes over her shoulder, dark and hooded and filled with lust. He leaned over her shoulder to press his forehead against mine, and we stayed like that for a moment—still, complete, bound together by the beautiful woman between us.
Eva writhed, sending need spiking through me—Cole too, by the way his eyes darkened.
“How’re you doing, sparrow?”
“It’s too much,” she gasped. “I can’t. I need you to?—”
“You don’t get to tell us what you need anymore,” Cole reminded her. “Not until you admit who you belong to.”
He worked his hips out of her then back in again, and all three of us moaned at the intense sensations pouring through us. Fuck, it felt so good, so right.
“Kitten, you’re fucking heaven,” I gasped before reaching a hand down to strum her clit. “Tell us who you belong to.”
“Myself,” she gasped.
Cole maneuvered her up and down our cocks, and she whined with pleasure. “Wrong, slut. You’re ours. We own you. And there’s nothing you like more than being owned by us. Now fucking admit it!”
He spanked her, hard, and she whimpered, her fingers clenching in my braids.
She stuttered and stammered, incoherent in her bliss as we moved her back and forth.
Cole shoved her down against me, pressing her soft body into mine, and I fell backward onto the bed. She knelt above me, trapped, her breaths hitching, her tight little pussy gripping my cock like she was born for this.
God, she felt so goddamned good, so impossibly tight, whimpering and moaning in that cute, helpless way that made it impossible for me to resist driving my cock up into her, heedless of Cole’s plan.
“Yes, kitten, just like that,” I encouraged her, my voice thick with need. I ran my hands down her trembling back, soothing her, worshipping her. “Such a good girl for me, taking us so well. You were made for this.”
“That’s right, slut,” Cole said, bending over her, hisbroad chest sandwiching her between us. “You take us so fucking well. But you don’t get to come until you say it.” He placed one hand beside hers, pinning her in, the other gripping her hip like he owned it. “So fucking admit it. Tell us who you belong to, and we’ll let you come.” He snapped his hips forward and drove into her ass without warning, provoking a wail from our girl.
“That’s it, princess,” Cole crooned, dragging his lips over the delicate column of her neck. His tone was a dark, mocking contrast to the slow, filthy way he licked and kissed her skin. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Give in. Say it, and Tris and I will ruin you together.”
“I-I-I—” She couldn’t complete the sentence.
I flicked her clit one more time then slowed my movements, teasing her, making her desperate. “Kitten, you gotta say it,” I coaxed as I circled her clit with ruthless determination. “You know it’s true. Just say it.”
Cole slammed home one more time, and my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure. “C’mon, slut,” he growled. “You can do it. Stop fighting and tell us the fucking truth.”
She collapsed against me, her whole body trembling, her fingers clutching at my shoulders. “Yours,” she choked out, her voice absolutely wrecked. “I’m fucking yours.”
Fucking yes! I punched up with my hips, and Cole matched me, setting a driving rhythm that had our sweet, polite, courteous Eva screaming her pleasure to the rafters. The whole fucking house would know how good we made her feel.
They’d know who she belonged to.
“Say it again, kitten,” I pleaded with her, my chest growing six sizes with pride as we fucked her senseless. She was so fucking perfect.
