“You may call me Sir.” I step toward her until we’re inches apart. “And, if you can’t answer me with your words, I’ll have to check for myself.”
Her green eyes are dark, her lips parted. She glances over at Damiano, then at me. “Go ahead. Check for yourself.”
Such a little brat. My dick is so fucking hard for her. I want to punish her, pleasure her…protect her.
Slowly, I lift her cover-up over her head and drop it on the ground. Her sexy white bikini has little ribbons on the sides, tied into bows. All day long, I’ve been looking at those bows. All day long, I’ve been wanting to grab a string in my teeth and pull. All day long, I’ve been waiting to watch Madison come apart in our arms.
I kneel at her side, take one of those strings between my teeth, and tug.
Her bikini bottoms fall crookedly, so I use my hands to untie the other bow. As the fabric falls to the floor, I lean my forehead against her bare hip.
Her pheromones fill my nostrils. My dick presses painfully against my swim shorts. I grab it through the fabric, torturing myself with the pressure.
I slide my other hand up along Madison’s thigh. “Part your legs for us, sweetheart.”
She lets out a little gasp as my fingertips make contact with her soaked folds. I slide easily over her pussy, gathering arousal as I go.
Damiano comes over to us and unties Madison’s bikini top. He cups her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
I change position so my lips can follow my fingertips. The tip of my tongue moves over her clit. She tastes sweet, feminine. I lick her again. Fuck, I can’t get enough.
I lick her until her legs are shaking and her leg muscles go tight. She’s about to climax, but I won’t give her that release yet. I want her coming on my cock—on both our cocks.
“Lube.” I lick her one last time.
She makes a sound of protest when I pull away.
I stand and cup her cheek, kissing her thoroughly so she can taste herself on my lips and tongue. “I’ll be right back. Why don’t you two get comfortable?”
Damiano smirks as he slides off his trunks and sits back on the couch. “I love to watch you on my lap, bella. Come over here and warm my cock while we wait for Seth.”
After procuring the lube, I return to the sitting area to find Madison straddling Damiano’s lap. A bright handprint mars the pale skin of her ass.
“Did someone need a spanking?” I ask.
“Our gorgeous little brat needed some discipline to warm my cock without moving.” He smooths his palm over the pink handprint. “But now she is sitting still like a good girl, as if she could do this all day.”
“I can’t do this all day,” Madison mumbles into his chest.
She sounds sulky, which makes me smile.
“All right, baby girl, we’ll give you some relief.” I pull off my swim trunks and t-shirt before uncapping the lube. I pour a generous amount over Madison’s ass, focusing between her perfect cheeks and smearing everything until she’s dripping and slippery. I lube up my dick as well, relishing the feeling and knowing my hand is nothing compared to what Madison’s ass will feel like.
I stretch her with my fingers, scissoring them up and down to prepare her as best I can.
She makes sweet, needy sounds, half-discomfort, half-arousal.
“Are you okay, Miss M?” I ask. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Embarrassed.” She sighs. “Nervous. Horny.”
“Embarrassed, why?” Damiano asks.
“It feels so wrong, you two touching me…there.”
“You mean on your sexy little anus?” Damiano smiles.
“Damiano—Sir—that sounds so wrong and dirty.” She laughs softly, like she’s afraid to move.
