50. Emmett
CHAPTER FIFTY
EMMETT
D oubt shudders through her eyes, and a wave of uncertainty hits me.
It’s not that I don’t want to share Waverly with my brother, because I fucking do. The thought has me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
But I want her to be sure of this decision because there’s no turning back from here.
If she lets us into her perfect body tonight, she’s stuck with us both in more than just a stalker capacity.
I look to Kade to see if he’s noticed the change in her, and I’m surprised to see he has. He stops what he’s doing and drops into a crouch in front of her.
“What color are you, baby girl?”
Waverly opens her mouth to respond but hesitates for a second, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth instead as she considers the question. “Green, Sir.”
“You sure? You’re looking a little worried.”
I don’t need to have ever seen Kade play to know this is not part of his usual scenes, because it’s not part of his usual personality. He’s like a bull in a china shop most of the time, but right now he’s being anything but.
“I don’t want to let you down.”
His eyes soften, and he cups her cheek in his palm. “You could never disappoint us, Waverly. You’re everything we’ve ever wanted. Sure, taking the two of us might take a little bit of practice, but we’re only going to push you as far as we think you can take it, and that’s why you have your safe words.”
I’m staring at my brother in complete shock. Has he been body snatched? Because I don’t think I’ve ever heard him be so…dare I say gentle?
The man has had no tact since the second he came out of the womb, but suddenly he knows how to be soft and caring?
Waverly nods, some of the panic from her gaze receding as she stares up into my twin’s eyes. Seeing them together is kind of surreal because it’s like looking in a mirror, and I’m hooked already.
I may have been hesitant about this whole arrangement, but I’m starting to see the appeal.
Her eyes move to meet mine.
“You’re perfect, Waverly.”
She nibbles at her bottom lip for a moment before Kade plucks the abused pillow from between her teeth.
“You ready to show us how good our filthy whore can be?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
He dips his lips to hers, planting a chaste kiss before he shoves himself to his feet and steps back, allowing me into her space.
I pull my cock from my pants, leaving the rest of my clothes in place as I press the crown to her lips. “Open wide, baby girl.”
She does as she’s told, and I slip between her perfect, pouty lips. Her tongue laps at my length as I press deeper, and I can’t swallow the groan that tears from my chest. She’s too fucking good at this, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to come well before I want to.
Kade steps behind Waverly and places a hand at the back of her head, pushing her deeper on my cock until she gags around me. Where I would have let her up, he pushes her deeper, and there’s a hint of panic staring up at me.
I brush my thumb over her cheeks in a soothing gesture. “You’re okay, baby. Just swallow around me. You know what to do.”
Kade tugs her back by her ponytail, and she gasps in desperate breaths while she has the chance before he pushes her forward again, forcing my cock straight into her throat. Except this time, she swallows around me, and I groan as I slip deeper.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Such a good girl.”
She preens under my praise, even as tears fall against her cheeks at the pressure of being held down without the ability to breathe.
Her gaze begins to turn dazed, and I look up at Kade to tell him she’s had enough, only to find him already looking at me.
“She can take it,” he insists. “Just a little more.”
The lack of oxygen is beginning to get the better of her as her body slumps slightly, not able to hold the position we put her in, but Kade still doesn’t pull her back.
“Hold her there,” he tells me, and I find myself taking her ponytail from my brother. There’s no fight in Waverly. She’s not tapping to tell me she’s had too much. There’s no panic staring back at me. She doesn’t even try to fight against my hold, and I realize it’s because she trusts us.
Why? I have no idea.
We’ve just admitted to being her stalkers. We’ve admitted to murdering people to keep her safe. And we’ve admitted it’s our father that has been looking for her all these years. And yet she trusts us.
The pleasure of that thought only drags me closer to the edge, her warm, wet mouth overwhelming me as I watch Kade crouch down beside her and shove three thick fingers inside her pussy.
Waverly’s throat constricts around me as a moan tries to escape, but her body remains perfectly still as I thrust my hips back and forth in short pumps, never allowing her to drag in the breath her body so desperately needs.
I didn’t think breath play to this extent would be my thing, but fuck, I can see the appeal with a submissive as beautiful as Waverly.
Kade presses his lips to the shell of her ear, but I still hear his words as he whispers to her. “Such a perfect whore with Emmett’s cock in your throat. So desperate for us that you’re willing to give up breathing. Your pussy is so fucking wet, you’re gushing all over my fingers.”
I tighten my hold on her hair as my thrusts become more brutal. She’s going to lose consciousness if I don’t pull out soon, but I’m obsessed with the way her throat feels wrapped around my cock.
Kade gives me a slight nod, and I force my hips back, and Waverly slumps into him as she forces air into her lungs after being deprived for so long.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “You ready to take my cock now?”
She’s still catching her breath, but she nods without hesitation, and I squeeze the base of my own dick to drag myself back from the edge.
I’m going to embarrass myself if I’m not careful.