“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, “Bel, honey, that’s incredible,shit.”
“You’re doing so well, sweet girl,” Caspian urges, “Look what a fucking mess he is for you.”
“Fuck you, Cas,” I grit my teeth against the onslaught of sensation around me. Her arousal smells so gods damn sweet, and the intensity of it radiating from her heightens every second. I’m overwhelmed by the obscene sounds filling the room, not to mention the sight of my Songbird pulling on my cock with her puffy, drooling mouth.
She moans around me, and I whimper at the vibration. I fight to focus my eyes, the white spots of pleasure blurring the scene before me. Bel’s eyes are pinched shut, brows scrunched in focus. Caspian’s free hand is rubbing small circles against her clit, finally giving her the attention she needs.
Her moans and cries grow in volume, muffled by the massive intrusion, and I’m gonna blow in her mouth with embarrassing quickness if they keep this up.
Suddenly, I’m deprived of her warmth, a protest bubbling up my throat. I’m only stopped by Caspian’s guttural voice.
“We’re gonna stuff you from both ends, baby. How’s that sound?” he asks her.
She moans out a pleading “Yes.”
With one swift motion, Caspian fills her gorgeous body and makes her cry out from the sudden fullness. Giving her a minute to adjust, I stare at the junction of their bodies, unable to see much from my angle.
Her hips glide back and forth on her wicked throne, and Caspian growls, “Ride it, baby. Nice and slow—fuck, just like that.”
Her lips form a perfectO,so god damn inviting I’m gripping myself and tracing them with the tip before I can think better of it. Her tongue darts out, licking me again, a silent, filthy invitation, and I’m fucking lost. Using my grip on her hair, I none-too-gently push myself back into that wet cavern and unleash myself on her.
I’m still holding back the best I can. I want to please her, after all, not harm her. ButChrist,I need to fuck her mouth more than I need to breathe. I’m already bursting at the seams, ready to come at the slightest provocation.
Her gargled moans quickly turn to muffled screams, her impending orgasm threatening to bring mine too early.
Someone is chanting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over again, and it takes far too long to realize it’s me. “I’m gonna come,” I warn.
“No, you’re not,” Caspian warns, “Not until she does.”
“Then—FUCK— work faster!” I nearly shout at him. He only grins, working her clit and thrusting up into her harder and harder.
Within seconds, she comes sobbing, nails digging into the muscles across my thigh and stomach, a fresh wave of tears spilling down her face. Her orgasm forces mine out of me, swelling and spurting directly down her throat, pulse after pulse and moan after moan, spilling from me until I’m floating away on a sea of madness.
I pull gently from her mouth, dropping to my knees before her. “You alright, my Songbird?”
Her sleepy, blissed-out smile makes my heart skip a beat, “Uh huh,” she affirms, wrapping her arms around me for a sloppy kiss, the taste of me coloring the flavor of her mouth.
She yelps into the kiss, and I realize then that Caspian is still buried to the hilt inside her, choosing that exact moment to grip her hips and thrust up. Watching it from here is exquisite. Her orgasm is dripping down his lap, covering him and the seat beneath them.
I really have no choice but to lick it up.
Every fucking drip is like the sweetest ambrosia. I use my tongue to reach everywhere it’s dripped, much to Caspian’s agonized pleasure. I swipe the place where their bodies meet, wishing I could get even further.
Maybe I can.
I caress her clit with my tongue, back and forth across the swollen nub, pulling shrill cries from her. Caspian wraps a hand around her throat to feel the sounds as they escape, and her head leans back, eyes closed in utter rapture.
My tongue slides against their joining again, relishing the taste. Needing more, I gently urge the pointed tip inside her clenching cunt, craving the feel of them moving together on the appendage.
“Oh!” she squeals, “Fritz, what is—” Her words are cut off by a low, long moan from her chest, urging me on. Caspian’s breathing through gritted teeth, moving against her in slow, deliberate thrusts. Spearing her further, I fit more of my tongue inside her with Caspian’s cock, the feel and taste of it driving me fucking wild.
Her sloppy wiggling against Cas’s length and my tongue is fucking perfect. She’s stunning, stretched to the limit, crying from the overstimulation.
“Christ,” Caspian moans, “Feels so good, huh, baby?”
Bel whines and nods.
“I can feel every inch of his tongue fucking up into you, sliding against my cock. He needed to taste your little cunt so bad he couldn’t even wait until it was empty.” Caspian’s filthy whispers drag another desperate sob from her. “Let’s give him what he wants, huh? Let him feel and taste us coming all over him.”
