Beat that, her gaze said.
Puppy growled.
Actually growled.
He nudged her aside, replacing her mouth with his own, and the difference was immediate. Where Kitty was smooth and controlled, Puppy was hungry and desperate. He gagged himself on my cock, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, drool spilling down his chin.
Messy.
Obscene.
Perfect.
"Fuck." My hips bucked. "That's it, Puppy. Choke on it."
Kitty wasn't about to lose. She ducked lower, her tongue finding my balls, sucking one into her mouth while Puppy worked my shaft. The dual sensation made my vision blur.
“Oh, Kitty. Yes.”
Two mouths.
Two tongues.
Two beautiful creatures fighting over who could make my cock explode.
I was the luckiest bastard alive.
They switched again. Kitty took me deep while Puppy licked along the base, their tongues meeting around my cock, sliding against each other in a kiss that happened to include my flesh. I watched their lips brush, watched them moan into each other's mouths, watched spit stretch between them in glistening threads.
"Enough." My voice came out like gravel. "I need to be inside someone. Now."
They both looked up, panting, lips swollen and slick.
"Who wins?" Kitty breathed.
I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up my body. "You both do."
She gasped as I positioned her over my cock, her thighs straddling my hips. I could feel how wet she was—soaked, dripping, her arousal coating my tip before I even pushed inside.
"Been waiting for this," she whispered.
"Then take it."
“Oh, Master.” She sank down.
Inch by inch.
Her pussy stretched around me, hot and tight and so fucking wet I groaned. She threw her head back, strawberry blonde hair cascading down her spine, and started to ride.
Not slow.
Not teasing.
Hard and fast, like she had something to prove.
"Yes, Kitty." I gripped her hips, helping her bounce. "Ride my cock. Show Puppy how it's done."
She did.
