“Oh, you want me to stop?” I ask, pulling away entirely.
“What? No!” She glares at me. “Just domore.”
I bend back down and kiss her clit, lightly, watching her. She jerks a little and gives a moan of frustration.
“I should have come in the hallway when I had the chance.”
Now I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. I chuckle and blow on her clit as I massage her soft folds with my thumbs. Cas has shifted closer to her, his bobbing cock an inch from her lips.
“Open your mouth,” he demands.
“Not until James does what he’s supposed to do.”
That makes me bite back a groan. Of course, Caroline would fucking negotiate. She knows who she is and what she wants.
“Fuck,” Cas curses. He squeezes the base of his shaft and glances down at me. “Do it. Now. Give her what she wants.”
Seeing him on edge too, his forearm muscles straining, his shoulders rigid, his jaw tense, is fucking incredible. He’s still fully dressed and his nostrils are flaring and he wants Caroline to suck his dick this badly after this short of time that he’s willing to let her wrest control from him.
I’m shocked and really fucking turned on.
I’ve only ever seen Cas lose control for me.
But this woman has gotten deep under both of our skin, and I understand his desperation.
I will also give my husband anything he wants in our bedroom.
This is an easy ask.
I bury my tongue in Caroline’s slick pussy, closing my eyes to savor the taste of her, and the feel of her thighs beneath my fingers. She lets out a cry of pleasure.
“Yes, James!”
She immediately starts pumping herself against me, driving my tongue deeper inside her. I swirl my thumbs over her clit in an alternating massage and I get one last, “Fu—” from her before her exclamation is cut off.
When I glance up, I see my husband is sliding his cock between her open pink lips, drowning out her cry.
“Fuck, yes,” I tell them. “Take him deep, Caro. All of him.”
Cas is controlled, inching into her slowly as she moans around his length, her hand flailing out to grab his thigh—all while I stroke her over and over. Once I have the sexy visual of her mouth stretched fully, Cas easing in and out slowly—I flick my tongue back over her.
“God, this cunt tastes so good.”
Then I just focus on her.
Plunging deep in and out, finding a rhythm, reading the response from her body. Her thighs start to tremble and she gets wetter, soaking my tongue with her hot, tangy pleasure. She’s getting closer and closer, even if her cries are muffled around my husband’s cock. I don’t look up again, because I want her to break and she’s almost there. Her hips are bucking, her heels shifting restlessly.
Swiping my tongue over her clit, I give a gentle suck on the tight bud while dragging my thumb through her pussy.
“That’s it,” Cas tells her. “You’re going to come all over James, aren’t you? With my cock buried in your throat. Do you want to come together, me and you? You can coat James and I’ll coat you, sweet girl.”
My skin is hot and tight at his words. I risk a glance up and groan when I see Caroline is nodding eagerly, her cheeks hollowed out as Cas thrusts hard in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks are stained pink, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I’m in if you are,” I tell them both. I shove her knees up and out so I can access her tight little asshole.
Dragging my fingers along her slit, I press inside her ass, getting resistance. But I lap at her clit, and press on, feeling her body give way, opening for my finger. She jerks and moans in ecstasy.
“You love that, don’t you?” Cas demands. “You love James destroying your pussy with his tongue.”
