“Cruz.” Her back arched as she gasped my name.
I added more pressure, and my cock hardened as her pussy clenched against nothing.
“How fast do you think I can make you come, princess?”
Ava’s hands slid under her shirt and grasped her tits as she made a desperate plea. “Not yet.”
My cock hardened even more at the fact that she wanted to be teased.
“Then I won’t let you come until you’re crying,” I vowed.
Ava’s eyes darkened at my statement. She watched me with blown pupils as I bent down to her thighs once more. She didn’t waver as my tongue made contact with her soaked pussy.
Fuck.
She tasted divine.
I lapped up her wetness. Teasing her little clit, making her whimper, but she was nowhere near begging yet.
“Cruz.” She whined my name as I inserted two fingers inside of her while my tongue slowly flicked her clit.
I ate her slower. My fingers were deep enough so she could feel them, but they would still leave her feeling unfulfilled. Her breaths came in shallow pants, and she was so fucking wet I could hear myself lapping her up.
Without warning, I sucked her little clit, and I had to hold her down as her hips bucked, and she cursed.
“Oh, God.”
Before I could do it again, the door burst open.
“Ava, are you…”
I turned to the side to see Micah standing in the doorway. Before Ava could react, I sank my two fingers deep inside of her again, hooking them so I could rub that sweet, spongy spot.
“Micah.” She moaned his name.
He was rooted to the spot, his cheeks flushed, and he had a death grip on the doorframe.
“I’m… I’ll just…” He was stammering for words.
Shit, I would be, too, if I found his face buried in Ava’s pussy.
“Do you want to taste her?” I looked at him as I leaned down and lapped at Ava’s pussy, which got wetter at my words, and Micah tentatively took a step inside.
I could see the outline of his dick through his sweatpants.
As I spoke, I added more pressure to Ava’s clit. “You want that, don’t you, princess? His face in your needy little pussy.”
“Please,” she begged as she looked at Micah.
I moved to the side, making room for him between her legs.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
My finger was still on Ava’s clit, leisurely rubbing circles as Micah bent his head. A muffled groan vibrated through Micah as he first tasted her.
Ava lifted her head and took in the two of us worshiping her, and her eyes were filled with lust.
The tip of Micah’s tongue swiped over my thumb and her clit, making me hiss and Ava fall back on the bed with a desperate moan.
