Page 104 of Twisted Throttle

She squeezes her face. Mutters in Spanish, and I hold my breath. I’d kiss her if I weren’t locked in place by her hands, body, and face. For Em’s part, he’s mute. His expression is full of awe and love for her. We lock eyes, and his head shakes. Disbelief.

“So tight,” he grits out, sounding strangled. “My angel . . . ah . . . Mas . . . it’s, I’m seeing stars. Mas, STARS!”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Her body is coiled tight, not moving. Her hands are smashing into my head, trying to control the only thing she can. It’s incredible to watch him and her. Becoming one in the only way left.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So good taking?—”

Her hand moves to my mouth, covering it. “Shh, Papito. Let Em.”

I don’t know what she means, what she wants. I lay there, watching her body move slowly against my brother’s. Listen to every breath, moan, and gasp. When a tiny smile breaks her expression, relief floods my body. She’s doing it. They are doing it. Both are enjoying it.

My body sags further into the bed. All the anticipation and worry are gone. I massage her ass cheeks harder and slowly start to rub my cock against her stomach. My precum makes it slick between our bodies. Her moans are met with Em’s groans. He grunts to hold back from unleashing on her. When I look at him, his eyes are closed, his mouth is hanging open, and his head tilts toward the ceiling.

Completely lost in her.

It’s hot and making me kind of jealous.

They find a rhythm that works. Slow and steady. Her hand moves from my mouth. Slips between us and connects with my cock. It jolts me upward, especially when she pushes it downward. Down where I want to be. Need to be.

“Are you sure, baby?” I whisper because this is enough. Double penetration is the ultimate fantasy, but it doesn’t have to be the goal.

Her forehead wrinkles. Her eyebrows draw together in full concentration. My cock is about to burst just from her touch. If I get to be inside, fuck.

“Help me.”

My heart races even faster. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for. The fantasy that has consumed my thoughts for so long. With a deep breath, I nod. My hands shake with anticipation as I guide myself into position. She’s drenched. Leaking all over my fingers. Like I instructed my twin, I go super fucking slow. My eyes are glued to her face and again ready to stop at any fucking second. She sucks in her breath. I do the same.

“Sofia?”

I sound pained to my own ears. Em’s eyes flip open and are boring through me. He’s steady, his breath ragged from holding back, holding off. He loves to tear into her. Now is not the time. She licks her lips and gives a single nod.

My hand skims up and down her side. The other holds my cock straight against her pussy. No room for error. Any wrong move can hurt her, and that’d kill me.

“If it’s too much, I’ll stop,” Em mutters, the sound coming from deep in his throat.

I lift my hips, pushing into her pussy. Breaking that wet barrier that’s already tight with my brother’s eight inches in her asshole. She seizes my lips, locking onto them. I close my eyes. Drink her in. Her mouth. Her pussy.

My mind ping-pongs around all the parts where we are connected. My cock wrapped in soft, hot ecstasy, thrusting closer and closer to her cervix until I hit it. Then, pause as we both moan in unison. Her tongue is practically down my throat, choking me alive in the best damn way.

We own her.

All three holes are stuffed with my brother and me. Yet she owns us. Wholly. I’m lost to her. Em’s lost to her. Nothing will ever be right again. I’ll worry for her more than I have ever worried about myself. Maybe even more than my boneheaded twin. Maybe I’ll never know a love like this again. And maybe I never want to. She’s got me body and soul. Those thick thighs, fat ass, swinging hoops, and DSLs from the first day I saw her are now spilled out over me. Getting tag-teamed by us.

Life sure has a funny way of working out.

“Fuck her, Mas. Move your cock already. I can’t hold off much longer,” Em blurts across my love-sick brain. “Wifey looks hot as fuck. Sweat dripping off her back from taking it like a good girl. Aren’t you, my angel? This is what you needed. Need to get stuffed by our chubbies to keep those DSLs from yapping at me.”

He picks up his pace. Heaving and groaning. The vibrations of his cock pushing against the thin wall send her screaming into another orgasm. Strangling my cock and flooding it with her juices, it’s enough to make Em come with a shout. Enough to make me roar into her.

Thrusting fast and furious, chasing what they both are experiencing together. For the first time. All of us are climaxing at the same time. All falling into euphoria. All connected. All meant to be. All in pure bliss.

What she said weeks ago. What we’ve said ever since. What we are now.

Together.