“Wasn’t the plan, but fuck… you… and that outfit.” I sigh and shake my head.
“Ok. I’ll let you win this one time.” She smiles and her eyes are twinkling with love and happiness.
When I jump off the couch, E takes my spot, settling in between her legs, but waits. I slip my pants on, press my lips to her forehead and whisper another I love you. She grabs my hand and brings my knuckles to her mouth and I’m fairly certain she would have said it back, but E was tired of waiting. Her back arches, her hand clenches around mine, and her lips fall open. I’m immobilized, wanting to stay and swallow her impending moans.
I pull my hand out of hers and place her hand on her breast, like I’m molding play-doh. She grabs, squeezing her perfect breasts, and I’m torn.
Fuck.
Leave Knox.
Walk out of the door.
But her breast, the devil on my shoulder, sings.
Fuuucckk.
My feet slowly guide me away, just as another moan threatens to bring me back.
I reach the door, hand on the handle. Looking over my shoulder one last time, her hands are wrapped in E’s hair and she’s holding him to her pussy, riding his face.
It’s ok. We leave for the beach tomorrow for a week and I plan to fuck her and eat her until she has no more come left to give.
EMMETT - OH MY FUCKBALLS
Thedoorclicksbehindme, and I don’t have to turn around to know we’re alone in here. Just me, my girl, and her pussy.
Watching her with Knox earlier was driving me crazy, not because I don’t enjoy sharing. Because I do. Watching her with the guys lights my body on fire, but fuck, I wanted in there. I wanted her moans to be because of me.
Wasting no time, I swipe my tongue up her hot, wet center, causing her ass to grind down into the couch and her hands to clamp into my hair. Her response to me, to us, is addicting. Like a drug. She is a drug, and we are all hooked on her.
My cock is leaking, eager to feel the warm hug of her pussy like two friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time… or since last night. I moan and hum against her clit and she returns with her own.
“Emmett,” she moans out. “I want to feel your cock inside of me. I need it.”
“You will, but first you need to come around my tongue, then you can come around my cock.” I spear my tongue into her, licking and tasting, before I slip in two fingers.
“Ooh.” She presses up on her elbows and stares down at me. “E, I really need your cock.”
“I really need you to come.”
She’s stubborn, but so am I.
I work my fingers, pumping them in and out of her while my tongue presses and flicks along her swollen clit. “Come for me, baby. Come all over me. I want to drink you up.” I press my tongue down and curl my fingers and she comes. So fucking hard, strangling my fingers and squirting into my mouth.
She lurches off the couch, hands clasped around my head, holding me to her pussy, as she shatters into a thousand delicious pieces. I pull my fingers out, grip her ass, and lift her off the couch to my face, serving her pussy to me like it’s a piece of watermelon and I’m in a contest to win first place.
Not slowing down, I continue to lick and suck, swallowing her down until she collapses with bones made of rubber onto the couch. There’s nothing better than her orgasm, the way she takes it, the way she moans, the way her pussy quivers like it’s feeling too much. And her look. The one in her eyes as she’s coming. It’s like they’re unfocused and her mind is somewhere else. An out-of-body experience and then she comes crashing back down a second later with so many emotions and feelings her body doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know how to process. So it just makes these noises as her body seizes into this tiny little ball.
I climb up her body, my dripping cock sliding against her wet pussy, as her satiated gaze falls onto my face.
“Hey beautiful,” I say, brushing the few strands of hair off her face before taking her lips in a soft kiss. She moans, pressing her body against me, tilting her chin up, eager for more. The fact her release is still on my tongue and she’s lapping it up is so fucking hot.
My cock presses at her entrance and she greedily shifts her hips to take me, but I shift up and she lets out a frustrated growl, causing me to laugh.
“Eager beaver.”
She presses her head back into the couch, staring at me, shocked.
