Page 69 of Butterfly

“Good.”

I moved to the couch, lifting her up and then placing her right above my lap. She was still tight—she’d only lost her virginity to me a week ago—so it took some leverage but I finally got her to slide down my cock until she was wrapped around all of it. So tight and hot, and she’d just had her mouth around me, and I needed to come.

Not yet,I ordered myself. This was for her.

Emory swaggered toward us, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. Where I was long and curved, Emory was short, but thick. Leslie was going to have a hard time getting her mouth around him.

Good.

He stood above her, his cock in line with her face. He looked at me.

“I want to touch her tits,” he said.

“Butterfly, take your top off,” I told her. She hesitated, and I smacked her hip. In response, she clenched around me.

Fuck.

I focused on holding in my come, even though my balls ached.

“Now,” I said.

Slowly, her hands trembling, she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her small, perky breasts. I bent my head so my chin rested on her shoulder. I didn’t want to miss the show.

Emory started stroking her tits, circling her nipples until they were tight to what must have been the point of pain. Then he began pinching them.

“Suck on his balls,” I ordered her. “Put your whole mouth around them. That’s it. Good girl.”

Emory exhaled, distracted from playing with her tits. His cock hardened, slapping her face.

I took over for him. Pinching her nipples in a continuous rhythm. Her pussy started clenching to the same beat. I was playing her like a fiddle, and I fucking loved it.

Emory pulled his balls from her mouth. “She’s gotta open wider, or I’ll never fit,” he said.

“Daddy needs you to open wide for his friend,” I said.

“I’m trying,” she whined.

“I’ll help.” Using my free hand, I hooked my fingers in her cheek, pulling until her jaw widened. Emory raised an eyebrow. I’d never touched his cock before, but there was a first time for everything.

He shoved his cock in her mouth, the side touching my knuckles. It was an interesting sensation, but it was the way Leslie’s cheeks bulged and her pussy started clenching around me that really turned me on.

“Ah, fuck,” Emory said. “Watch your teeth.”

I growled. “Careful how you talk to her.”

He shook his head. “Pleasewatch your teeth, Leslie.”

“Better.” Satisfied, I went back to pinching her tits, throwing in a slap every once in a while to keep things interesting. Emory matched my rhythm, thrusting in her mouth.

Terrified, Leslie reached out a hand, searching for one of mine. I linked our fingers together and squeezed. She calmed, surrendering once again.

Mine.I fought off the part of me who wanted to strangle him for getting near her, much less having his cock in her mouth. But it was my hand she was holding. He was an interloper, that was all.

“How deep can I—” Emory began.

Protectiveness rose in my chest. “Don’t choke her and go slow. She’s my good girl but she’s new to this.”

Leslie moaned around his cock in agreement.

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