Page 57 of Consummation

And so am I. Oh my fuck, so am I.

Bridgette stands and pulls off her undies, revealing her fully waxed pussy underneath, and even from here, I can see goose bumps rise up on Kat’s skin at the sight of her naked body.

Bridgette pulls Kat to standing, whispering something into herear again. Motherfucker, I wanna tell Bridgette to speak the fuck up, but I couldn’t talk right now if the hotel were burning down around us.

The women are standing nose to nose. Breast to breast. Nipple to nipple. Bridgette leans forward and her nipples brush gently against Kat’s.

An involuntary groan escapes me. Oh, shit.

Bridgette kneels and begins pulling Kat’s G-string down slowly—kissing her hipbone as she does it.

My cock lurches. I can’t breathe. I feel dizzy.

As Kat’s panties reach her knees, she turns her head and looks straight at me, her eyes drunk with arousal, her chest rising and falling visibly. Her eyes drift down to my hand pumping up and down my hard shaft, and then back up to my face. She licks her lips. “Yes?” she asks, her breathing ragged.

I nod, incapable of speaking.

Bridgette lays a kiss on the inside of Kat’s thigh, drawing Kat’s attention away from me. She reaches between her legs and runs her fingers over the top of Bridgette’s blonde head, and then rakes her fingers passionately through Bridgette’s thick, shiny hair.

Bridgette lets out a low moan of excitement and Kat replies with a moan of her own.

Holy fuck, I’m gonna blow.

Kat’s undies are completely off. She’s nude with a head of long, blonde hair bobbing and moving between her legs—a blonde head attached to perfect fucking tits and an un-fucking-believable ass and perfectly curved hips and toned thighs, and oh my fucking God I’m about to fucking blow.

Bridgette’s lips trail up from Kat’s thigh toward her pussy. She’s an inch away from the money and obviously going in for the kill.

“Wait,” I choke out, shocking myself. “Stop.”

Both women freeze and look at me. They’re panting, heaving, trembling with arousal—and so am I.

“Don’t touch her pussy,” I say. “Her pussy’s all mine.”

Bridgette looks up at Kat, incredulous, but Kat’s looking at me, her mouth hanging open in shock.

“Kat’s pussy’s all mine,” I murmur, gaining my equilibrium. “She’s got a magic pussy and it’s all mine.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bridgette bellows, clearly on the verge of losing her shit.

“Ssh.” Kat puts her slender hand on Bridgette’s head, signaling her to stay put and cool her jets. Kat begins stroking Bridgette’s hair like she’s a kitten. “My pussy’s all yours, baby,” Kat coos to me, still stroking Bridgette’s hair. “Butjust this onceBridgette’s gonna lick my pussy and make me come really, really hard, solely for your pleasure.” Her eyes flicker. “She’s our Mickey Mouse roller coaster, babe—just this once. And then never again.”

Kat brushes her fingertips against her own erect nipples and bites her lower lip and it’s suddenly crystal clear to me Kat’s not doing this for me at all. Maybe it started out that way for her—in fact, I’m sure it did—but now, in an unexpected turn of events, doing this is getting Kat off more than she ever expected. I thought I’d caught a tiger tonight, but I’m suddenly realizing I’m the asshole gripping the tiger by its fucking tail. And for some reason, this realization turns me the fuck on.

I nod slowly, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Kat smiles devilishly and looks down at Bridgette kneeling on the floor. “Eat me like you’re a world class whore who charges a million bucks a night and your only job is to give me my money’s worth. Can you do that for me?”

Bridgette shoots me a steely look that quite clearly says, “Fuck you, asshole,” and then she leans with exaggerated flourish into Kat’s waxed pussy and begins lapping at her clit with outrageously enthusiastic swirls of her glistening tongue.

At the touch of Bridgette’s effusive tongue, Kat throws her head back, grips Bridgette’s hair, and releases a guttural growl.

And what am I doing? Oh, nothing much. Just jolting in my chair like I’m being electrocuted by a thousand electric eels. Oh my fucking shit. With each and every energetic swipe of Bridgette’s glistening, wet tongue against Kat’s beautiful pussy, every movement of Bridgette’s jaws, every bob of Bridgette’s head, my dick twitches like Bridgette’s sucking my tip. Or would that be punching me in the balls? Oh my fuck. I’m turned on and jealous as hell all at the same time. Oh God, that should bemeand my flickering tongue tasting Kat’s slippery sweetness. That’smymagic pussy and no one else’s, goddammit—my juices to lap up. But oh my holy fuck—this is thehottest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life by a long mile. I love it. I hate it. I’m dying. I’m in pain.I’m gonna come so fucking hard.

I stand, rip my pants and briefs completely off, and begin quickly unbuttoning my shirt—but just as I’m about to pull my shirt off my shoulders, I remember my new girlfriend-tattoo on my left bicep, and I stop. There’s no way I’m giving Kat her first ever glimpse of my once-in-a-lifetime gift to her while she’s fucking Bridgette.

I leave my unbuttoned shirt on and move behind Kat, pressing my hard-on into her ass and kissing her smooth shoulder as Bridgette continues lapping at her pussy from her knees.

The instant my lips touch Kat’s skin, goose bumps visibly erupt on her skin. She lets out a low moan and begins jerking her hips in a phantom humping movement, obviously so overwhelmed with arousal at my unexpected touch, her body’s going suddenly haywire.

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