Page 83 of The Dead Don't Talk
Moros growls low, his hand already casting shadows over the crotch of his pants as Amo goes still, his mouth stuck open.
“Look at the little slut,” Moros rumbles and Amo’s hole flutters around me. “Coming with nothing but a full hole.”
Chills race over my skin, raising it as he clamps down on me and screams out our names in a garbled mess.
I try to hold off. To beat back the orgasm that racks me, but there’s no stopping it.
I bury myself deep in Amo’s ass and follow him right over that cliff.
I’m barely finished when Moros rushes us, rolling Amo onto his belly.
His cock is freed, and he lays over Amo’s back.
I watch, still leaking, as Moros slides right on inside our hole.
“Fuck, I knew it would be hot to watch you two.” He thrusts hard and fast, making Amo groan beneath him.
The slap of his hips to Amo’s cheeks has my cock jerking. It’s so damn dirty and sexy that I have to stroke myself.
“But it’s even fucking better to feel it after.” He slips out, slowing his pace to hear the squelching of lube and my cum filling Amo’s hole. “It’s like I’m fucking you both.”
That comment has a noise bubbling up out of my throat, and Amo reaching for my hand. His fingers squeeze the life out of mine, those lips of his parted with his panting breath, his cheeks stained the perfect flush.
“My cock is—I’m gonna—fuuuuuuck.”
Watching Amo’s eyes roll back as his body spasms beneath Moros has me biting my lip.
And just like with me, Moros follows him right over that cliff and roars out his orgasm.
Just the idea of his cum mixing inside our guy with mine has me rock solid.
But Moros doesn’t waste.
He leans over, slurping my cock up between his lips, and makes me come with them.
Panting, he swallows my load and flicks his tongue out to collect it all from his lips.
“Is that fucking cherry flavor?”
Epilogue
Journal entry #2
Amo—two years later
It has taken quitea bit to rebuild after the raiders came through.
To replenish our supplies that were stolen or ruined.
But as I sit here, watching Wilson, I think we finally did it.
We finally made this place a home.
He wanders through the rows and rows of plants, sometimes disappearing from my sight with how deep the fields now go. Expanding it with his know-how was one of the best things we’ve done.
There’s even a greenhouse that extends across the Outskirts, sectioning off a lot of the previously unlivable space, which has allowed us to begin trading with nearby camps and travelers asthey pass through. It goes all the way out to our treehouse and it’s Wilson’s best project yet.
I’m so damn proud of him for that.
