I took care of that by wrapping my lips around Landon’s cock and taking him as far back into my throat as I could.
“Fuck…” they said in unison.
And I reveled in that praise.
At least, for a second, before my first mouthful of Landon left nothing but the desire for more.
I sucked him greedily into my mouth, eyes closing as I savored every minute. His breathing as it grew shallow. His fingers sliding into my hair. And his unique taste, slightly salty but somehow still sweet. I lapped my tongue over his head, claiming the pre-cum beading at the tip.
When I swallowed his length again, his hands tightened in my hair reflexively. I pulled back slowly, my lips wrapped tightly around him. Thoroughly enjoying the groan I dragged out of him as I did.
I took my time, humming happily as I bobbed my head up and down. Slowing down whenever Landon gave a sign he was getting close to the edge.
Some might call it payback for the three weeks of edging he did to me. I just called it abiding by the Golden Rule.
Do unto others and all that.
Potato, potato.
It was totally innocent.
And worth every moan from his lips. Every tremor through his body. Every shudder as I held off his climax. I understood the appeal, and I could’ve done it for hours.
But Max had decided he’d done enough watching.
Landon’s hips jerked as Max banded an arm around my body and tugged. Hauling my ass toward him, he buried his face between my legs from behind. Stroking his hot tongue up the length of my pussy. Laving my clit with eager flicks and forceful sucks.
My arms and knees buckled. I pulled off Landon and dropped my forehead to his hip, panting.
Max slapped my ass. “Don’t stop, or I will.”
Oh, fuck.
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
Spurred by Max withholding my orgasm and the need to make my White Knight come undone, I took Landon as deep as possible. I pulled back almost far enough to release him before swallowing his length again.
His eyes locked on mine, hooded and filled with lust.
Even though I’d been a virgin when he met me, and wholly unprepared for his size compared to what had come before him, it hadn’t been my first time around a blow job. Landon hadn’t let me please him nearly as much as I wanted to, but I’d still learned a few tricks.
Things that made him tick.
I popped him out of my mouth only to run my tongue along his length, swirling it around his head as he fisted the bedsheets. When I cupped his balls, somehow finding the strength to brace on one arm while Max nipped at my inner thigh, Landon’s cock jumped.
Tension radiated through his forearms as he held onto his restraint with an iron-clad grip.
I wanted to shatter it.
“Make him come, Princess.”
Max’s command, with his face inches from my pussy, vibrated through my body as he slipped his fingers inside me. Gathering my wetness. Thrusting deep before pulling out to circle my clit. And then teasing me all over again.
My hips bucked.
On my next pass down Landon’s cock, I flicked my tongue out to tease his balls.
His hips jerked. Sweat broke out across his temples.
