My teeth dragged with deliberate pressure across her jaw, trailing a path of fire until they reached her collarbone. Mymouth sought every available inch of her skin; that intoxicating scent of lavender was turning my brain to water.
I felt her body melt under my touch, her head tilting back in a silent offer, granting me total access to the pale expanse of her throat. I tightened my grip on her neck as her hands scrambled for purchase behind her on the floor.
Her legs fell open for me, an invitation I met with another urgent kiss, driven mad by the intoxicating cocktail of whiskey, her perfume, and the heat of her mouth.
“Damn it... I’m going to fuck you so hard, Megan,” I rasped. Suddenly, I felt a sharp, stinging strike across my face—a slap that sent a jolt through my spine. When I looked back at her, she was breathless, her chest heaving.
“Fuck me. Treat me like a whore. Just don't ever leave my side,” she pleaded, her voice raw with a desperation I had never heard before.
I grabbed her head, pulling her mouth back to mine in a frantic, bruising kiss. At the same time, I shoved my hand into her pants, finding her already slick and aching. I slid two fingers deep into her, drawing a sharp moan from her throat as she bit down hard on my lower lip.
She let go of my shoulders, her fingers fumbling with my own clothes, desperate to feel me against her.
“Take those fucking pants off. Now,” I commanded. I let her stand, and the sight was devastating; she looked even more seductive with her lace shifted out of place, soaked through and clinging to her skin. I stood abruptly and shoved her onto the sofa.
I stripped out of my own clothes in a blurred motion, feeling my own slick heat before pressing myself over her and forcing my fingers into her mouth.
“See that, Megan? That's me, unable to think straight because of you,” I murmured against her skin. She gave me a wicked smile, her teeth grazing my finger before her tongue swirled around it. “You beautiful, hot slut.”
The moment she opened her mouth to speak, I slid my hand down her body, pushed her panties aside, and drove my fingers inside her. I hit her with a hard, rhythmic strength, the base of my palm slamming against her with every deep, undulating thrust.
“Harder... please, harder,” she pleaded in a fractured voice, her neck arched.
“Damn it, Megan... how am I supposed to live without this now?” I growled, sinking my teeth into her nipple. Her moan was loud—a raw sound of surrender as her hands pulled at my body with erratic desperation.
“I’m yours, damn it,” she gasped, bucking her hips against mine, driving me to the very edge of sanity.
“Only mine. No sharing. Only mine. Do you hear me?” I tightened my grip on her throat, forcing her to look me in the eye as I stilled my hand inside her.
“Don’t stop, Reena... please.”
“This is Megan and Kelsey,” I stated, my voice dropping to a low, possessive rumble. “And I want you as my woman. No exceptions. Just us.”
Megan reached up, cupping my face with both hands, and gave me a smile so radiant it could have burned away every shadow in my soul.
“I'll fuck the first person who walks by if you don't make me come right now,” she challenged with a desperate laugh.
I laughed with her, resuming the assault of my fingers. She began to chant it like a mantra—that she was mine, only mine, and that she’d arrest any woman who even dared to look my way.
Her internal muscles tightened with such ferocity I thought they might break my fingers. She retaliated by clawing at my neck while I drove into her with a brutal, limitless strength, until the world outside that sofa ceased to exist.
When she came, once wasn't enough. I ripped her blouse, the buttons flying off as I grabbed it with both hands, licking and kissing every inch of that freckled skin until I reached her pussy.
The deep red of her hair, neatly trimmed around her labia, made my mouth water. I stared, transfixed by the glistening wetness of her arousal—a visceral, undeniable proof of how much she wanted me.
In that light, stripped of her titles and her defenses, she was the most intoxicating thing I had ever seen. I felt her entire body contract—a violent and beautiful shiver—the moment my tongue found the center of her pleasure.
Then, it was my turn to moan. Feeling the slick reality of her orgasm against my tongue was enough to make me shatter. Knowing that, in this singular moment, I was the sole architect of her happiness... that made everything perfect.
I tasted her, my own arousal spiking until I was on the jagged edge of my own release. I felt the precise moment her restraint shattered, her thighs locking around me, anchoring me to her as she thrust her hips upward in a frantic search for friction.
She moaned my name loudly, her voice breaking into a stream of unintelligible words that only made sense in the heat of that moment.
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"Segura mais um pouco que eu tô chegando lá. Vai tomar do meu suco, é só lamber devagar" - Luisa Sonza
When she lifted her head to look at me, Kelsey’s face was glistening, damp with the evidence of my own release. Without a doubt, that was the most raw, overwhelming intensity I’d experienced in a lifetime.
