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I hum against her, tightening my hands on her ass and pulling her closer. I rim her mercilessly, stiffening my tongue to insert the tip inside her.
Margo moans, loud, unashamed, and I slowly do it again.
“You like that, don’t you? My dirty girl.”
“Y-yes, Daddy. God, yes.”
I move my tongue back up to her clit. I work her clit between my lips for a few moments and she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair.
“Cl-close,” she manages, voice strained, and she whines when I lick back down to her asshole, lavishing attention there.
“Already? I’ve barely started with you.”
I alternate between her asshole and her entrance for a while and she wiggles her hips, desperately trying to get more friction on her clit. I’m a lot stronger than her though, and hold her in place.
By the time I move my tongue back to her clit it’s swollen and her thighs are trembling around my head. I draw in a deep breath through my nostrils, and her scent almost makes me dizzy.
I suck her clit gently between my teeth and Margo nearly screams, crying out as her juices flow onto my face. She rolls her hips and I moan against her again.
“Daddy, I’m coming,” she whimpers, rolling her hips. I hold her there, sucking her clit and then vibrating my tongue against it.
I keep going until she screams again. My name this time, loud enough that if Cole and Gabe are in the parking lot, they’ll hear it.
Good.
My head is starting to pound from lack of oxygen so I break apart from her to drag in a ragged breath.
I look at her and her eyes are dark and glassy. I don’t say anything. I just keep my hands on her knees, warm and still, until the shaking stops.
A knock on the door makes her jump.
“You two finished in there?” Cole drawls. He doesn’t sound angry, just amused, but I know him well enough to know it’s a front.
I grin ear to ear. It feels almost strange to stretch those muscles.
I slowly help her straighten up and she pants, staring at me.
I help her out of her ruined tights. I pocket the ripped panties and tights, wanting a souvenir.
“I’ll be chilly,” she mutters, and I chuckle.
“I’ll give you my coat.”
“I have Gabe’s.”
“Fuck Gabe.”
Margo barks out a laugh and my heart clenches.
I stand up and lick my lips. Then I head straight for the sink and scrub my hands and face like I’m prepping for surgery.
Margo stands on shaky legs and adjusts her high ponytail.
“Time to get to work.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur, and she gives me a dirty look. I can’t seem to stop smiling.
Maybe Gabe was the first to kiss her.
