Page 166 of The Sun & Her Burn

“It’s time for us to claim you as ours,” Adam continued darkly as he pushed another finger inside her, three in her ass and four in her cunt. We moved our wrists in tandem, fucking in one hole and out the other. “Ours for today, tomorrow, and the rest of time. Our sweet, eager little slut. If all it takes is our fingers to make you come this hard, what will you do impaled on both our cocks?”

My dick was so hard, it ached again, spitting cum like drool into my belly button. Adam reached down with his free hand to circle his fingers around the base and squeezed almost painfully.

“Sebastian is rock hard at the thought of fucking this swollen, open pussy. Do you want to put him out of his misery?” he asked her.

She seemed beyond words now, just a shivering, quaking mess of wet flesh and a racing heart.

Adam laughed darkly as she made a sound of approval in her throat and roughly pulled out of her ass. She made a disconsolate sound that he ignored as he tugged her hips down, releasing my fingers from her sucking heat.

He kept hold of my cock with one too tight fist and held Linnea up over it with one strong hand, lining us up and rubbing me back and forth through her swollen folds. Back and forth like a hypnotist with a pendulum, lulling us both into an aching kind of surrender to a friction that wasn’t nearly enough.

We both knew not to beg.

“My lovely toys,” Adam murmured as he played us against each other, his voice finally rough and raw with lust.

And we were.

His to play with, to use, to fuck open however he saw fit.

How had I ever believed I could live without this?

How could I go on knowing I would never have this again?

Adam forced the impending doom from my thoughts by suddenly impaling Linnea on my cock. My hips jerked, driving even deeper into her pussy, which was so swollen that only the second thrust took me to the hilt. Linnea cried out, her hands flying to my chest where her nails cut perfect half-moons into my pecs. The sparks of pain turned to fire as they trailed to my groin.

Before either of us could adjust to the sensation, Adam was bending Linnea in half over top of me, pressing her head down by a hand around her neck so he could climb between my thighs and unceremoniously press the tip of his wide shaft into her ass.

I could feel the movement of him driving ruthlessly deeper, inch by inch, filling her so full that there was no room for meto move. Linnea’s face beside mine was flushed crimson and slicked with sweat, her blond hair damp with it, lips puffy from biting them to hold in her moans, from sucking my cock.

She was gorgeous.

Perfect.

As given over to the pleasure and experience as I was, as Adam was.

There was no coaxing her out of her shell to enjoy this hedonism with us.

She was born to take us inside her, to make us wild enough with lust that we lost touch with our humanity and fucked her like dogs in heat.

That she so obviously loved it, crying out in euphoria as Adam worked his impossibly big cock into her ass alongside mine in her pussy, proved what I had already known.

She was perfect for us.

Honest and gorgeous and voracious for pleasure in a way that meant I knew we would never get tired of this. We could fuck in this iteration and any other permutation for the rest of our lives, and it wouldn’t be enough.

This intimacy, this feeling of being wholly connected to another person, mind, body and soul.

I pressed my mouth to hers and tasted her tongue as her cries fell onto it.

“Good girl.” I praised her as my hands gripped her hips, linking with Adam’s on one side as he held tight. “Let Adam open your tight ass.”

“He’s s-so fucking massive,” she whimpered, trying to press away from the intrusion on instinct.

We held her still to take it.

“Brava ragazza,” I praised. “Good girl taking us both. Don’t you want us to be balls deep in you? Don’t you want us to fill you up with cum?”

Her moan rattled through her chest, and she found the will to seal her mouth fully over mine, lashing me with her eager tongue.