Page 38 of Unshaken

“Oh, God, Trys, please. I can’t. I can’t,” I plead for him to stop, but I need more, so much more. If I could cover my thoroughly used breasts, I would. He laughs softly as he places tender kisses on each one, and I sigh in relief, sucking in a shuddering breath. Trys lays over me, pressing his body into mine. He lifts my shirt just enough to get to my lips, and he kisses me like a man possessed, rotating his hips, as his cock rubs me in all the right places through the thin fabric of my pajamas.

I cry out, trying to keep my arms still, needing to cling to him, to hold him. “Trys, please. Please.” I can feel my pussy soaking through my sleep shorts, he can ask me for anything, and I’d give it to him for release. But he continues to tease me, testing how much I can take, and I like it.

“You’ve done well so far, sunshine. Such a good girl for me. You know what good girls receive for doing what they are told?” he asks as he pulls down my shorts in one go, I am so eager I’m answering like a trained pet.

“What?” I pant as he bends my legs back, my heels touching my thighs, then spreads me open wide. I feel exposed, I can’t see his face or his reaction to what he sees, and the deprivation sends a rush of heat through me. I want to come from the anticipation of his mouth on me alone.

“They get their pretty pussy eaten,” he replies. I cry out again as his tongue licks me from my ass to my clit. Then he devours me. His tongue flicks my clit, sucking, pulling, biting my flesh as I scream the walls down. Thank God I don’t have a roommate, because I wouldn’t give two shits if they heard me. Trys eats my pussy like I am breakfast, slurping at my desire, sending me into pleasure overload. He pushes two fingers inside me, fucking me with them as his tongue continues its punishment of my pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant, like I am cheering for my favorite sports team as he curls his fingers inside of me, hitting me in just the right spot, while another finger pushes inside the tight hole of my ass. With a prolonged moan, I explode, coming so hard I can’t breathe. My body transcending into the atmosphere, soaring high into the sky, and then spiraling back down into my body. I come a second time as he continues his blissful torture, every nerve ending responding to him, as the Tether between us pulls tight inside of me as he yanks the tank top off my face and tosses it to the floor.

“You’re amazing, sunshine, you come so beautifully. I think you need a reward. Do you want my cock?” He kisses me hard and I groan as I taste myself on his lips. My body hums with an insatiable need.

“Yes,” I whine. Did I just whine? Well, fuck. Trys pulls away, sliding his Iron Man pajama pants down so slowly that I want to throw a tantrum.

“Patience, sunshine.” He chuckles, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He stands and kicks off his pants, cock hard, and the tip glistening with precum. I lick my lips and beckon him closer.

“Rain check, beloved. If I don’t sink my cock into that sweet pussy of yours, I’m going to burn some shit.” His eyes flash, darkening, and I can see the shift in him as he stalks towards me. “On your knees, put your ass in the air, and don’t move,” Trys growls, voice low, as if he is holding himself back. So, of course I poke the bear.

Biting my lip I move slowly, taunting him, “What, no fancy penis for me, Trys? I guess you and Ty aren’t completely identical.” Trys doesn’t utter a word, as soon as my head drops to the mattress, he slams inside me. I scream from the sudden fullness. He slaps my ass cheek hard enough to leave a print as he fucks me into the mattress.

“I don’t need fancy jewelry to make you scream my name, do I, sunshine?” Trys slaps my other cheek, and I groan from the pain as he slams into me over and over again.

“Fuck. No!” I shout, trying to keep myself upright. Sensing me struggle he grabs my waist and pulls me to his lap, my back to his front, as he sits on his heels, his cock goes deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me with hard deep thrusts.

“Oh God! Oh God!!” I yell. My orgasm begins to build inside of me as I wrap my arm around his neck, pulling his lips to mine as I kiss the fuck out of him. The Tether between us flares to life. The same euphoria I felt before with Ty, reignites once more as Trys and I become one. I break our kiss, gasping for air as his power finds mine. Our magic moves together like a dance, weaving together, and pulling away as the Tether between us begins to settle.

“Fuck! This pussy!” Trys shouts, the brand on my chest ignites, the white infinity symbols glows bright on my chest as Trys finds my clit, pinching down hard. I fall apart in his arms. Trys, fucks me harder as he chases his own release, my pleasure building up inside me again. I didn’t think I could come again, my body is sore, and thoroughly fucked.

“Come with me, sunshine.” Trys commands. I come again screaming. Head thrashing back and forth, drunk on pleasure, my body melts into his. I can feel him, his desire, his need, and lust for me as he cries out calling my name, filling me up with his seed.

We collapse on the bed and Trys pulls me on top of him, holding me close as he kisses me so soft and sweet that it brings tears to my eyes. I’m so worn out, my eyes begin to droop, my breathing slows and matches his.

“I don’t want to remember what my life was like without you in it. My light. My sunshine. Everything begins again.” I pull away, trying to fight the emotions his words evoke in me. My eyes find his brand, the white infinity tattoo, connecting and binding us together forever. I lean forward and kiss it reverently. I lay there, my head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat sending me to sleep as he wraps me in his arms.

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I guess I need to get used to never taking a shower alone again. Especially if it begins and ends with my pussy being eaten with tender loving care. A girl could get used to all of it. Trys pulls me out of the shower, wraps me in a towel, and dries my body from head to toe. After he dries himself, he pulls me through to my room, sits me on my bed and walks to my closet.

“Are you going to dress me now?” I ask as he returns with one of my brother’s t-shirts that I stole from him months ago. The sight of it makes my heartache. It’s been a week and I haven’t heard a word from anyone in my family.

“Arms up, sunshine.” Trys slides the t-shirt over my head, then falls to his knees before me, eyes never leaving mine as he slides my underwear up and over my ass. When he finishes, I kiss him in thanks. I reach for my phone and there’s no missed calls or messages.

“Something has to be wrong,” I say to myself, trying not to cry about the lack of communication. I have a bad feeling that this has everything to do with my mother’s secrets. I just wish she would own her shit and call me.

“Everything will be OK. Eventually they will return your call. There has to be a reason,” Trys says as he dresses quickly, throwing on a t-shirt and sweatpants. I look at the explosion of clothes on the floor in my wardrobe and guess we need to talk about sharing a closet. I doubt I am going to be without either of them in the foreseeable future.

Trys grabs my hand and pulls me through to the kitchen where his broody twin waits for us with food on the table. I clap excitedly as I look at the cheeseburger and fries that are calling me like a siren's song.

“I don’t have a favorite, but if I had to choose right now, in this moment, it will be you.” I grab his face between my hands, and his lips open up for me as I dive in for a deep kiss. Ty’s hands wrap around my legs, pulling me close, but I break my kiss.

“Nope. Food,” I say, slapping his hands away with a smirk as I flop down into a chair, grabbing up two fries I stuff them in my mouth. I moan, happy dancing as I savor the fried potato goodness.

“You mean after all we did this morning, all Ty had to do was bring you food, and he is your favorite?” Trys sits with a smile, eyebrows lifting playfully as he begins to eat his lunch or is it dinner? I have no idea, I slept through breakfast thanks to Trys.

“I’m saying that’s exactly what you need to do.” I laugh, watching Ty as he reads from his tablet quietly. Before I can ask what he’s reading, he beats me to it.

“A message from our mother, she wants to have a meeting with us all, including you, Micah Jones,” he says, reading his mother’s words.

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