A contented sigh escapes her, her head lolling to the side, exposing her throat.
“That’s it, Angel” I cajole, nipping a path up her legs.
When I reach the juncture of her thighs, I look up. Her soft gray eyes appear slate as our gazes lock while I pull down her black spandex shorts.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see August licking his way down her exposed neck and laying her back against the counter.
“Please,” she whimpers, and we’re both more than happy to oblige.
“Shhh, we’ll take care of you,” August replies, silencing her pleas and biting into the flesh of her neck before pulling her Bone Thugs-N-Harmony shirt over her head.
What I see stops my ministrations. She’s breathtaking. Emma clothed is perfection in its rarest form. But, nothing I imagined compares to what she looks like laid out on this countertop.
Her dark bluish-black locks are fanned out, breasts overflowing from her lace leopard-print bra with matching boyshorts, thighs so thick I can’t wait to feel them squeezed in my grasp, and an ass so fucking fat I can see it while she’s on her back. My fucking dick throbs, jerking like it’s a dowsing rod, and she’s a divine source of sustenance.
August reaches between her breasts to unclasp her bra. The cups fall open, and I groan at the sight of her erect, blush pink nipples.
“Isn’t our girl beautiful, O?” He plucks a peaked bud, and she sings her praise at his touch.
“Always,” is all I say before I pull off her panties, displaying the swollen lips of her slit.
“Please,” she implores, “help me feel.”
Bending over, I suck in a lung full of her arousal and growl against her exposed pussy, “You’ll do more than feel, Angel. You’ll shatter and be reborn.” The vibration makes her attempt to wiggle away.
I lift my head, curling the tip of my thumb and middle finger together, flicking her clit, and she gasps and moans in surprise.
“Keep still, or this will become more pain than pleasure, Emma. Do you understand?” I command, reaching up and pinching her nipple, twirling the raised peak between my calloused fingers.
August lowers his head, at the same time, biting her other nipple into his mouth.
Her back bows, and she shouts, “Yessss!”
I raise my other hand, slapping five quick swats to her now leaking pussy. She’s so wet. I’d take her now, but this is all about her pleasure, not ours.
“What did he just say, Love?” August croons, kissing his way down to her belly button.
She tries to keep still, little shivers racking her body with each of our caresses against her skin.
Seeing her lying here, needy and wanting, I lose my battle with restraint. Lowering my head, I suck the outer lips of her pussy into my mouth, getting my first taste of her juices.
“Fuckk,” I moan out, “August, you have to taste her. She’s the most delectable meal I’ve ever had.”
I glide my tongue over her clit, swirling my tongue slowly, then picking up speed and slowing down again, bringing her close then pulling back.
I position my hand at her entrance, closing my teeth around her clit, I flick the tip of my tongue against the trapped bud, humming. When she squeals, I slide my ring and middle fingers to the knuckle, feeling the extra tightness to her opening. She’s so damn tight.
Is our girl a virgin? Her cries make me table that thought for later.
“Fuck, shit, fuck, dammit,” she shrieks, clenching around each relentless pump of my fingers. I stroke in fast and deep, then shallow and slow, repeating the pace until she’s mindless with her pleas.
“Pl-pl-pl,” she attempts to utter, but her words just won’t come.
Soon she’s riding my hand, trying to set the pace and find release. I pull my fingers out and bite down on her clit until she feeds me her screams as she nearly levitates off the bathroom counter.
I stop, growling my disapproval.
August translates my displeasure, “Naughty, naughty Love. You don’t control the pace. You just ride the wave.”
He moves down, hovering by her legs, and I know what he has in mind.
Lifting my head, the evidence of Emma’s arousal painted across my face, I smile. “Game on, Wy.”
He grins, as I move over to give him room, and dives for her clit, like he’s coming home.
While he devours our girl, I ease three fingers inside her, and she lets out another high-pitched moan, making my dick so hard I have to use my other hand to adjust myself.
“Let me take care of you,” she whispers to me.
“No, Angel. This is all about you. When it’s time for you to choke on my cock, I’ll make you a beautiful mess,” I exclaim.
Before she can argue, I increase my pace, August doing the same. Refusing to stop my onslaught, I lean over and capture her mouth with mine, ensuring she tastes herself on my tongue.
Her movements become jerky. I bite her bottom lip and then stand, allowing her to moan unabashedly.
August grabs her breast, rolling and squeezing at her nipple.
“Oh god, I’m s-I’m so close,” she says between stuttered breaths, and I take it up a notch.
With each stroke out, I twist my wrist, creating a swirling motion with my fingers before slamming back in.
When I see her mouth fall open and silent screams fight to get out, I change the pace, increasing my pumps with each clench of her walls, hooking my fingers to hit her g-spot. I pound faster and faster. August pinches her nipples harder, groaning against her clit until she detonates.
“Holy fuck! Yes! Yes! Yesss,” she screams, her body flush as she rides the high of her orgasm, clenching with each shiver.
A slow smile curls up her lips as her body finally relaxes for the first time in days.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.