Page 61 of The Twins

I clenched around it and sucked on Finn.

He groaned and swung his hips as he fucked my mouth.

I was trembling. The need to come was growing. My ass was smarting, and the little shots of pain were going straight to my clit. I understood now why people enjoyed this kind of sex. It was fucking awesome.

“Ah yeah, doll, do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are like this? Submissive, taking it all, writhing with need.” Finn moaned long and low, and a drip of pre-cum laced my tongue. “Ah fuck, you’ve got me too close.” He withdrew and stepped away, shoving his hand through his hair and his body heat leaving me.

I shifted on the bench, arching my spine and sticking my butt into the air.

“Keep still,” Cillian ordered. He set his hand on the small of my back. “You have more to come.”

I did as instructed and breathed through the wild sensations that were blasting through my body. Cillian was delivering snappy, precise strikes every few seconds, layering up the sensations that were hot and dark and vivid and so erotic.

“The vibe…” I gasped. “I want it…”

“You want it on?” Cillian said.

“Yes…please…oh, I want to come like this, with you doing that…please.”

“Are you begging?” Finn asked, palming my sore ass in between lashes.

“Yes. Yes.”

Cillian chuckled. “Go on, give her what she wants.

I was aware of Finn between my legs, squatting. The vibe flicked on, and he eased it in and out of me, fucking me with it.

I groaned. It was hitting my G-spot. Cillian brought the cat down on my ass again. Soon I would come, it was too much to fight, to resist.

“She’s fucking sopping down here,” Finn said. “She’s so turned on.”

“This ass has been crying out for a flogging,” Cillian said.

“Oh…oh…I’m coming.” I squirmed on the bench. I wanted stimulation on my clit.

Finn must have guessed this, because as he fucked me with the big vibe, he found my clit and rotated it.

The result was my free fall into ecstasy. Everything they were doing to me collided in a ball of bliss that contracted my body. A few split seconds of paradise before I cried out in release. I bucked and spasmed, pulsed on the bench, relishing one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

“Ah fuck, she’s awesome,” Cillian said. “Fuck yeah.”

On and on my ecstasy claimed me, a wild ride of joyful satisfaction.

“I have to get inside her.” Finn popped out the vibrator, and then his cock was there, shoving deep. “Oh Heaven and Hell have mercy.” He gripped my hips and fucked me hard and fast and with an urgency that knocked the breath from my lungs in between my cries of bliss.

I gripped him with my pussy and held on to the bench. Our flesh slapped, he grunted and groaned, and then he was coming high inside me, his fingers pincers on my hips and his cock throbbing.

“Ah Jesus,” he moaned, flopping over me to speak against my ear. “Fuck, that was good.”

“Hey, my turn.”

Suddenly Finn was gone, and within a second, Cillian was plunging into my depths. His cock ring pressed over my G-spot when he thrust in and then half withdrew. Like his brother hewas wild, dragging me onto his cock with each lunge forward and then gripping my body as he retreated.

Another orgasm exploded through me. It came from nowhere but went everywhere, my G-spot sending white-hot, dense pleasure through my torso and limbs.

“She’s coming again,” Finn said, his face right in front of mine. “Another one. Fuck yeah.”

“Ah…ah…I’m coming, too.” Cillian let out a roar of satisfaction, a total release of control, and then spurted inside me in several feral, primitive thrusts.