God, it was ambrosia.
I was drunk from the first taste.
I started lazily exploring every crevasse of her sex with my tongue, tasting all her heat, feeling each responding flutter of her body in my rock-hard cock, straining up toward my abdomen, begging for her.
Frankie was half sobbing as I teased her, licking softly instead of devouring her the way her body needed after all this preparation. But I still wanted to savor her taste, and Jonathan was giving her instructions onhisparticular tastes, trying to keep her focused on his cock instead of my mouth’s ministrations.
I couldn’t see far past her pussy, her smooth stomach, the undersides of her bouncing breasts, but the mental image of her struggling to suck another cock while her hips started to buck against my mouth, begging for more friction, was the best thought I’d ever had.
“Harder,” I heard Jonathan urge her, and I felt a jerk as he manhandled her in the way she liked, bringing her back on task. “Use your tongue, angel. Do you want Daddy to come in your sweet mouth, too?”
She moaned something that sounded like an agreement. I sucked her clit against my tongue, and it turned into a full cry.
“I—I’m sorry,” she was almost crying, her mouth free enough now. “I need to come. Please, please let me come, and then I’ll give you anything. Whatever you want.”
It was the desperation in her tone that killed me. A pang to my heart and my groin all at once.
I growled into her pussy, putting more effort into sloppily, messily eating her, covering her clit with the heated kiss she craved.
But I knew she needed more direct contact, some hard flicks and sucks on that oversensitive little bud.
She’d get them if she fulfilled one last request.
“Beg me for it,” I growled, dipping my tongue into her soaked channel to punctuate it. “Beg for it like a good girl, and Daddy’ll make you come at last.”
“Please,” she cried immediately. All inhibitions were gone, all drives besides the need to peak. It turned into a scream. The sweetest sound I’d ever heard. “Please, Daddy, let me come.Please!”
With the next hard suck on her clit, she did, shaking hard and screaming louder as she rode my face through the waves.
And because she’d been such a good girl, right as the jerking started to subside and her breathing began to steady, I slid two fingers into her channel, hooking them inside her to reach the ridged wall I was sure she’d never discovered on her own.
With her pussy still clenching around my fingers, I found a way through sheer force of will to flip us, landing her on her back on the mattress.
It was almost impossible to keep my mouth off her delicious sex. And I didn’t want to. Now that she’d come once, I wanted her to do it again, and this time, I wanted to see her face.
It didn’t take very long to make it happen.
While Jonathan watched us, eyes blazing as he held the base of his cock in a hard, restraining grip, I lost myself fully in the task of worshipping her pussy with my mouth, kissing it with a passion I’d never experienced before.
I fucked her with my fingers, lapped up every drop of her perfect arousal, gave her clit every bit of pressure it needed until she came again, even harder, tangling her hand in my hair.
When I finally pulled away from her, panting, with my cock hard enough to break a board, Jonathan wasted no time taking my place.
As she was still pulsing with the aftershocks of the pleasure I gave her, he slid his cock home inside her and rode her slow and deep.
She looked so beautifully overwhelmed.
Her face slack with pleasure and sleepiness and utter bliss, her eyes lust-blown to black and sliding closed periodically, that fast-learning mouth open and releasing little soft moans.
She had so little energy left to contribute, but her pussy was as greedy as ever, and she couldn’t help but lift her hips to meet Jonathan’s thrusts.
Involuntarily seeking more, more,more.
Everything we could give her, and more after that. The other man gripped one perfect breast in his hand, covering it, massaging it hard enough to leave marks, and because I couldn’t help it, I leaned in to kiss her mouth, making sure she tasted how delicious she was on my tongue.
I sucked her tongue hard, the same way I’d treated her clit.
I tasted it as she moaned with yet another orgasm.Yes, angel, keep coming for us. Never stop coming for us.I gripped her throat in my hand, squeezing the sides in the way that would make her see stars, and it was almost unearthly how perfect she felt. Just the right fit for every part of my body.
