Chapter Thirty-Eight – Fawn #3
He guides his cock to my dripping, empty pussy and pushes inside in one, smooth stroke.
Dylan’s in my ass, Torin’s in my pussy. They are both so deep, so big. They start to move, a careful, synchronized rocking. The burn in my ass begins to fade, transmuting into a deep, throbbing pleasure that merges with the familiar friction in my pussy.
It’s too much. It’s everything.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimper against their solid bodies.
Dylan presses his chest against my back, and Torin raises his head to rest on my shoulder. Their mouths find each other above me, hungry and urgent, moving in time with every thrust.
Quickly, they break their kiss, their breaths ragged in my ears.
“That’s it, princess,” Dylan groans, his hips thrusting into my ass. “Feel how full you are. You’re taking us both. Beautiful.”
“Every fucking inch,” Torin grunts, his fingers tightening around my waist. “Look at me, baby. You’re made for us, our good girl stretched to the limit.”
My pussy spasms around him as his dark, hungry eyes glint. I have never felt anything this powerful, and I have never felt so consumed.
“She fucking loves being called a good girl while I’m wrecking her ass. Don’t you, princess?” Dylan growls.
“Yes!” I scream, the word shredded. “Yes, I love it! I’m your good girl! I’m yours!”
My confession seems to unleash them. Their thrusts shatter into something wilder, more desperate. Torin’s engorged cock hits my G-spot, making stars burst behind my eyelids. It’s hitting all the right places.
“I bet you wanna come so bad?” Torin asks. “You gonna come with two big cocks buried inside you? We’re allowing you now.”
I can’t contain it. The coil building since they first laid me down has reached its limit. It snaps. “Ahh!”
Every muscle locks up, and my back arches. There’s nothing on my clit, no extra pressure, no added touch and still, somehow, and orgasm rolls through me.
Torin shouts my name, his hips slamming forward as he comes, his release flooding my cervix in hot, endless spurts. “Fawn! Fawnnnn!”
It sends Dylan over the edge too. He roars, burying himself to the hilt in my ass and holding there, his body shuddering violently against my back.
As I milk them dry, they both fill me with their cum.
We’re all stuck there, buried deep, waiting out the vicious aftershocks. I’m moaning uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face, dripping from my chin onto Torin’s chest. His fingers move through my hair in a careful sweep, his lips finding my forehead with the same tenderness.
“You did so fucking well,” he whispers, the praise settling deep in my bones. “So perfect for us.”
We are a tangle of limbs, skin cooling, hearts slowly calming. The scent of sex, sweat, and us fills my room.
Torin’s cock slips free, followed by a slow, hot trickle down my thigh. I collapse forward onto his chest, a trembling, sobbing mess.
“Right, princess, just breathe as I pull out,” Dylan says as he slowly withdraws. “Keep your eyes on Torin.”
Gritting my teeth, I feel empty with a hollow ache as his cock leaves my ass. Then, I hear him shuffle off the bed, and he disappears into the bathroom.
Somehow, I manage to slide off Torin, my body landing beside him.
Dylan returns with a warm, wet washcloth. He begins to clean me, starting with my tear-streaked face then moving down my neck, over my shoulders. He wipes the sweat from my back and then carefully cleans between my thighs, dabbing at my sore, swollen pussy and the tender ring of my ass.
My aftercare kings.
He finishes, tossing the cloth toward the bathroom, and then climbs onto the bed on my other side. The mattress dips under his weight as he lies beside me, a hand on my waist. Torin turns onto his side to face me, his hand coming to rest on Dylan’s arm, completing the circle.
“You good?” Torin asks, caressing my cheekbone.
“Better than good. I’ve never . . .” I start, my voice hoarse. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
Dylan nuzzles the back of my neck. “Feel like what, princess?”
“Like being completely owned and completely safe at the same time.”
Torin’s thumb strokes my jawline. “That’s because you are ours, Fawn, and we take care of what’s ours.”
The possessive words don’t scare me. They feel like a promise.
Dylan nibbles at my ear. “We want all of you, princess. The girl who blushes, the goddess who screams, the woman in between. We want the mornings and the nights, every filthy, perfect moment.”
Torin leans in, his breath warm against my neck. “Say you’re ours.”
“I’m . . . I’m yours,” I breathe, the words a vow in the dark.
“There’s our girl,” Dylan says, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Because we’re yours, and we’re very proud of you, princess. But—”
Oh no, the dreaded but.
He lifts a finger. “You’ve gotta make us a promise.”
My head drops to one side, eyes sharpening.
“That you’ll put your head down and write at least one chapter in the next couple of days,” he adds.
Even though I feel weak, a laugh slips out of me. “And what if I don’t?” I tease. “Do I get this kind of . . . punishment again?”
Torin steps in, fingers curling under my chin to make me look at him. “No,” he says, smirking. “You won’t get anything at all, and we can’t have that, now can we?”
“Well, I’ll make progress on my book,” I mumble, the words slow on my tongue. “I promise.”
“Good,” Dylan says firmly. “Because we know how important this is to you. And since you won’t let us lend you the money, you’re going to have to finish this book, and we don’t want to be a distraction.”
All I can do is nod. My body settles into the heaviness, their fast heartbeats muffled. The whole world feels like it’s fading away.