Page 56 of The Reckoning
From the corner of my eye, I see Arson watching us with avid fascination, his spent cock twitching with renewed interest. He strokes himself lazily, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he enjoys the show.
“Look at you,” he taunts, his voice husky with desire. “Getting split open on my brother’s cock. I bet you’d let us both fuck you at the same time, wouldn’t you? Stuff all your greedy little holes until you can’t take it anymore.”
His filthy words make me clench around Aries, drawing a strangled groan from his throat. The thought of them both using me, claiming me, sends a dark thrill zinging down my spine.
“Yes,” I pant, too far gone to filter my words. “I want you both. Want to be your perfect fuck toy.”
Aries snarls, his thrusts turning vicious. “You are,” he growls, pressing me harder into the mattress. “Our perfect little plaything to use however we want. And right now, I want to ruin this tight pussy for anyone else.”
His hand snakes around my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make my head spin with dark pleasure. I can barely breathe, can barely think beyond the overwhelming fullness of him pounding into me and the spots dancing across my vision.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice guttural and strained. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
As if on cue, my orgasm crashes over me in a blinding wave. I convulse around him, my walls fluttering and clenching as ecstasy consumes me. A broken scream tears from my throat, muffled by the mattress. Aries fucks me through it, his pace never slowing. If anything, the rhythmic squeeze of my pussy seems to spur him on, driving him to new heights of desperation. His groans take on a frantic edge, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Fuck, Lilian, I can’t—I’m gonna?—”
With a final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills. I feel him pulsing inside me as he finds his release, coating my inner walls with thick ropes of cum. He collapses on top of me, his harsh breaths gusting against my neck.
For a long moment, we simply lie there, our sweat-slicked bodies heaving as we try to catch our breath. Aries nuzzles into my hair, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder in a surprisingly tender gesture.
“Mine,” he murmurs, almost too quiet for me to hear. “You’re mine, Lilian.”
I don’t have the energy to argue or to point out the complexities of our situation. At this moment, blissed out and thoroughly claimed, I can only hum in sated agreement.
Arson’s low chuckle breaks the spell. “Don’t get too comfortable, Brother. You’ll have to learn to share.”
Aries lifts his head to glare at his twin. “We’ll see about that.”
Carefully, he pulls out of me and rolls to the side. I join him to lie on my back.
I wince at the sudden emptiness, the ache between my thighs a reminder of his thorough claiming. Arson’s gaze rakes over my prone form, taking in the finger-shaped bruises on my hips and the trickle of cum leaking down my thighs.
“Look at you,” he murmurs appreciatively. “Fucked out and dripping. It’s such a pretty picture.”
He crawls over to me, settling between my splayed legs. His fingers trace the marks left by Aries’s rough handling, a possessive gleam in his eyes.
“My turn to make a mess of you,” he declares, spreading my thighs wider. “Going to fill this pussy until you’re overflowing with both of us.”
My breath hitches at his dark promise, a renewed flicker of desire stirring in my exhausted body. It should be impossible to want more after being so thoroughly ravaged. But something about these brothers, about their insatiable hunger for me, ignites a matching greed in my own veins.
“Please,” I whimper, tilting my hips in offering. “Please, Arson.”
A wicked grin splits his handsome face. “Oh, I do love it when you beg.”
He leans down, his breath hot against my oversensitive flesh. “I’m going to wreck this pretty cunt,” he growls. “Ruin you for anyone but us.”
Without warning, he seals his mouth over my dripping slit. I cry out at the sudden sensation, my hands flying to grip his hair. His tongue delves between my folds, lapping at the combined essence of Aries and me. It’s filthy and erotic, the wet sounds of his mouth and my needy whimpers filling the air.
He focuses on my clit, sucking the sensitive nub until I’m writhing beneath him. Raw euphoric desire coils tight in my core, my body already climbing toward another peak. Just as I’m about to crest, he pulls away, leaving me desperate and aching.
“Not yet,” he tuts, crawling up my body to hover over me. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
He notches himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging my swollen folds. I buck my hips, trying to take him deeper, but he holds himself just out of reach. His eyes lock with mine, dark with promise and possession.
“Beg for it,” he demands, his voice a low rasp against my ear. “Tell me how much you need me to fill this greedy pussy.”
“Please,” I moan, dignity abandoned in the face of my desperation. “Please, Arson, I need you inside me. I need you to claim me, make me yours.”
