Page 95 of Almost Rotten

The shower’s off now. The slickness and the sensations were too much. I begged them to turn the water off. Just like I begged them to never stop fucking me.

They’ve found a rhythm. They’re taking turns.

Mercer has found a spot inside me I didn’t know existed until now. It’s like being doused in honey, the warmth and stickiness of the pleasure coating my insides in the slowest, sweetest drip.

Noah kisses my mouth and plays with my clit, rubbing with the perfect amount of pressure while still hilt-deep in my pussy.

Then they switch.

Noah fucks me with a steady, toe-curling rhythm that has my insides turning liquid, and Mercer plays with my nipple piercings while sucking on my neck.

“Finish her,” the man behind me grits out, the hand on my throat tightening enough that my vision goes hazy on the edges.

Once Noah starts fucking my cunt, he releases me, instead cupping my breasts, massaging and squeezing.

“Suck her tits.” Mercer’s words are ragged, as if he’s on the edge himself.

Noah bends, keeping his rhythm, and lavishes one breast as Mercer kneads and squeezes.

The sight of Mercer holding me while Noah suckles my nipple causes the telltale warmth of an impending orgasm to barrel through me.

“Close,” I tell them. “Don’t stop.”

Noah switches sides and sucks as much of my breast into his mouth as he can manage. He laps at the tip, and Mercer tugs and pulls the piercing on the other side.

“I can’t,” I cry out. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

My body thrums with thick, coiled tension.

I’m right there. They’re everywhere.

All it takes is one last suckle from Noah and a hard slap of my clit from Mercer, and I well and truly crack in two.

Screams escape me, but I don’t hear them.

Pleasure erupts from every cell and I squirt all over Noah’s cock. Cum trails down my thighs and coats my gaping ass.Mercer swipes through the liquid lust, brings it to my mouth, and feeds it to me.

I suck on his fingers, then quickly clamp my hand around his wrist to ensure he keeps his hand where it is.

I’m so full.

Every hole.

Every place where I’ve been broken and empty and alone.

“You like it like this, Little Nuisance?” Merce murmurs, pressing two fingers down on my tongue.

“You love the feel of me in your mouth and your ass, with Noah stuffed in that weeping little pussy?”

I make an unintelligible sound of agreement around his hand.

“Fuck. Merce,” Noah grits out. “Let her—”

“No,” he snaps. “Not until she’s ready.”

Tears well in my eyes, then roll down my cheeks freely. He knows me so well, and he’s always willing to give me what I need.

I go limp between them, pleasure waves from my orgasm sending little aftershocks through my ass and my sex.