Page 48 of Traithorn

“Show us what a good girl you can be,” she whispers.

A flush takes over my cheeks, but I obey and spread my legs, leaving her smirking, satisfied.

When she lubes the strap-on, my heart escalates even more, and I begin rocking my hips against Vernon’s hard-on I feel brushing against my ass. Without warning, he picks me up and lays me gently on his chest, manhandling me.

A moan escapes me when Celine puts on the strap-on, teasing me with the tip of it. She then gently eases it inside, and I throw my head back on a loud moan that claims me entirely. Vernon takes the chance to devour my lips, hands coming up to play with my clit.

I’m grinding my hips against them both, pleasure overwhelming me after so long without these sensations.

“Have you ever had someone in your ass?”

Vernon’s question in that rough, husky voice stuns me, and I shake my head, uncertainly. I can practically feel the smirk radiating from him.

“Celine, give me the lube.”

Celine gladly obeys, and I try to sit up, but she’s pushing me down on her brother’s chest. Trapping me between them.

“Wait. It won’t fit,” I breathe out.

“We’ll make it fit.”

Vernon turns me around until I’m on my knees, spread open for them as Celine settles on the carpet underneath me. A moan escapes me as she eases inside again, but I’m instantly tensing when I feel something brush against my ass.

“Relax,” Vernon whispers in my ear.

His finger pushes inside me, sliding right in with the lube. I let out a strangled breath. It’s not until long that I feel something bigger pushing against me, screaming at the intrusion. The strap-on inside me rubs against my G-spot as Vernon’s cock enters all the way in, staying still at first.

“Fuck, that hurts,” I whimper.

“Are you okay?” Vernon asks, voice laced with concern.

“Y-yeah. Don’t you dare stop.”

Celine’s lips split into a huge grin, nodding at Vernon. That’s his cue, because they both push in and out of me at the same time.

“Fuck me,” I utter.

“Already doing it, darlin’.”

I’m completely stuck between them both, Vernon pressing light kisses to my neck as Celine begins sucking my nipples again.

They ease inside me gently, fucking me as if they’re making love to me, but there’s an urge for somethingmore. I’ve been without them for so long that a craving need has taken root deep inside me.

Managing to grab Vernon’s hand from behind me, I guide it to my throat, urging him to squeeze. He obeys, and I feel my clit pulsing at the sensation.

“I could break you like this, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. So fragile, little traitor,” he whispers in my ear.

I only moan. Let them use me, make love to me.Healme.

Both of their thrusts become deeper, more frantic, as if their inner beasts have claimed them. They’re fucking me until I see stars.

Celine’s eyes suddenly light up with mischief as she looks over at the fireplace. Vernon follows her gaze and groans. I bite mylip, unsure of what’s going on.

Until I see what Celine is reaching for, the flames illuminating it in the dark space.

A knife.

I swallow, yet a sense of anticipation stirs in me.

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