Pants fault. Not mine.
I’m not a selfish asshole.
Maybe a little, but I can fix it.
I will.
With her laying back on the couch, my cock is floating just above her pussy, and goddamn it is wet. My hips thrust, pressing the tip against her clit, and we both moan out.
I need to taste her.
I need her on my lips.
My kisses move off her lips and make the trail along her jawline to her neck, just behind her ear to her collarbone, over each glorious mound of love. I suck her nipples just enough until her back arches, then I continue working down past her stomach, kissing each hip, then pause over her clit.
My warm breath floats across her needy little cunt, causing her to wiggle.
I love torturing her as much as she loves torturing the guys. That look in her eyes.
That need.
My head drops down just a little more, and she’s already moaning and I’m drooling.
Her arousal is perched on the edge of her pussy, inviting me in for a taste.
“Do you want me to taste you?” My eyes look up to see her panting, with her hard nipples framing her face.
“Fucking eat me Knox, and stop playing,” she growls out.
I chuckle, wanting to keep playing, but… fuck that. I dive in and bury my face in her glistening pussy.
She cries out. Her thighs lock in place and her hands clamp around my head at the same time her back arches off the couch. “Yes!”
When I lick up her arousal from base to clit, I suck it into my mouth and her legs fall to the side, relaxed, giving me more access. Emmett shifts around me so he can have a better view with his thick, pierced cock in his hand, pumping it slowly. He won’t unload. He’s just teasing himself, for when he fucks her because he wants this pussy as much as we all do.
“I love you too, Knoxxy baby,” she moans out.
Her words set a fire under me and I straight up devour her pussy. God, I love it. Her, the taste of her, the moans she makes. I would live on my knees at her pussy for the rest of time if I could.
My need consumes me, and I moan out.
“Knox,” Emmett calls, but I don’t look.
He’s getting closer and I know what he wants. He wants a taste too, because he may be the only one who loves her pussy more than me. After pressing my tongue inside of her a few more times, I force myself to pull off her, just as her walls start to quiver and her hands clamp tighter.
Am I an ass for edging her for E?
Yes. But she’ll thank me later when she’s riding that orgasm into the clouds. E will take her there. He has the magic cock and the magic mouth.
“Do you want to taste her, E?”
“You know I fucking do,” he growls back with hunger in his eyes.
Raising up on my knees, my hands glide down her leg, while I watch E stroke his cock, his arousal glistening at the tip and his pants abandoned by the door.
I press my lips to the inside of Ev’s knee. “When you’re done in here, for fuck’s sake, please go upstairs.” My words come out as a plea.
She nibbles on her bottom lip with a grin on her face. “Did you use sex on me to get your way?”
