Page 113 of Naughty & Nice

My mouth waters to taste her again.

Being between her thighs last night feels like a million years ago now.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as I kiss over her mound before shifting to the side and focusing on her thigh.

“You’re going to need to be more specific about what you want here, little rebel.”

She sucks in a deep breath, shifting on her feet in the hope of getting relief. It’s pointless with the way Wilder has spread her legs, but she’s desperate enough to try nonetheless.

“I want you to make me come like you did last night.”

“You want one of us to put their mouth on you?” I ask, my lips brushing against her soft skin.

“Y-yes. Please, Hendrix. I need you.”

I continue to stare up at her, wondering how long I’m meant to keep this up when she’s so temptingly close. “Shit, Wilder,” she gasps as he wraps a hand around her inner thigh, lifts her foot from the floor, and opens her wide for me.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes feasting on her desperate pussy in the way my mouth wishes it was.

“Beg him,” Wilder demands, leaving very little space for argument.

“Please, Hendrix. I need your tongue on me.”

“On you where?” Wilder urges.

“On my pussy,” she cries, and without thinking, I lean forward and give it to her.

Her taste floods my mouth and I lose myself in the moment.

With one hand on her thigh beside Wilder’s, I help hold her open while gripping her hip with the other and pretend that I’m Wilder and have a wealth of knowledge about what I’m doing.

Hearing Noelle’s cries of pleasure sure helps me to believe that I’m doing a half-decent job.

“Shit, she’s trembling. Can you feel that, Bro?” Wilder rasps.

“Good,” I grunt against her pussy.

“She’s going to come so hard when you let her fall. Anyone would think she hasn’t already gotten hers today.”

“Do… do we have to talk about it?” Noelle pants, making Wilder chuckle.

“Making up for lost time,” I muse after sucking on her clit hard enough to stop her from saying anything else.

“Fuck, you’ve got a hell of a lot of orgasms to give her if you’re going to do that. You two should have been fucking for at least five years now.”

“F-five?” Noelle gasps.

“Fuck, yeah. What did you think I was doing during eighth grade?”

“Whore,” Noelle whispers.

“Takes one to know one,” Wilder quips.

I’m not sure there is any real comparison between the two. Wilder has been man-whoring it up for years. Noelle is only just discovering all of this.

We both are.

My chest tightens at the thought of us experiencing it all together.

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