Page 84 of Freaks Of Nature
“We’ll make it fit, won’t we, baby girl?”
Mason!My breath hitches.
Pumping steadily in and out of me, Ash trails hot kisses along my jaw. “You will let us fuck you at the same time, won’t you, needy girl?” he groans. “You want to feel both of us.”
My ears perk to the sound of Mason’s movements as his hands leave me: the unfastening of his belt and fly, the whisper of clothes sliding over skin.
Oh God! What am I doing?
I ball the sheets in my fists and respond with an apprehensive nod. I know they don’t intend to hurt me, but I’m not sure I can do this.
Ash ceases his thrusts and retracts his fingers to give way for his brother, his broad hands settling their grip at the outside of my thighs instead.
Mason’s thumb circles me with purpose. “Did he get you ready for me?”
I whimper under his persistent teasing. His touch is cool and slick—slicker than the residue of the whipped cream. He’s using lube.
Repositioning his hand at my hip, he aligns the thick head of his cock and enters me.
I tense. My body stretches to adjust to his respectable size, but I’m scared. He can’t possibly fit all—
Mason gives another languid push, and a cry weaves through my juddering breaths as my muscles tremble to accommodate him.
But he has no intention of retreating. Bending over me, weight braced on the mattress by his right arm, he drops his forehead on my shoulder and sinks gradually deeper, inch by thick inch.
Ash feels the shift too. His mouth hot at my throat, he groans underneath me, the matching size of his hard length already filling so much of me.
They’re too big.
“Oh God, I can’t.”
“Easy,” Mason’s voice rasps across my skin. “I told you, you’re made to take me.” And then he gives one moresmooth push, seating himself fully inside me with a final grunt.
I bottom out. My mouth opens, but no air moves in or out.
“Breathe, baby girl,” he reminds me.
Mason doesn’t move. Feathering kisses along my shoulder, he waits for me to relax.
I draw air into my lungs, and my tension flees on the exhale.
Rocking in and out in a slow rhythm, Mason’s hand leaves my side to rove my breast while Ash keeps a firm grip on my hips, guiding me over the length of his shaft. Each drive strokes my clit.
His back arches to force his thrusts deeper, and I don’t miss his amused lilt. “Do you feel full now?”
A snicker chases Ash’s question, but as they use my body for their own pleasure, they give so much in return. I bend to their whim—to their demands of me—and with the friction of both of them working in tandem sliding along my walls, they edge me toward my climax. They feel so good; I can’t fight it. My muscles stiffen.
Mason rails my tight passage with more urgency. “Fuck! Em… I’m so close,” he pants, his body trembling like mine. “Come for us. Let us feel you shatter, baby girl.”
The timbre of his voice bursts the dam holding me together wide open. I cry out on his command, convulsing as I let the waves of ecstasy crash over me.
A curse under his breath, Ash’s hips buck, and then Mason too locks into me with a roar that lights me up from the inside before it ricochets off the walls.
It wouldn’t surprise me if the neighbors heard that.
Half collapsing onto Ash and me, Mason drops his forehead back on my shoulder for several breaths, his skin slick with sweat and bangs drenched.
Then he pulls out.
