Page 32 of Witch's Betrayal
And my job was to fuck that frustration out of her.
I shoved her leggings down and grabbed each of her ass cheeks roughly, ensuring I left my mark on her there too. She reached for my zipper but I caught her wrists and held them at her sides.
"No," I scolded. "You get my cock when I say you do."
She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, which I sucked into my mouth in a bruising kiss. Rough and fast, I made off with her shirt and bra, coaxing her nipples into diamond-hard points to the sounds of her sweet whimpers in my mouth.
"You called for me?"
We both looked up to see Sal rounding the counter with a wide grin on his face.
"Lion," Deja gasped, her hooded eyes widening as he stalked toward her like a predator.
"Hey, beautiful." He pressed up behind her and accepted her kiss over her shoulder. His hands slid across her waist and up to her breasts where mine just were, allowing me to work my way down.
I kissed my way down her body slowly, already feeling her quiver with anticipation as I peeled the remainder of her leggings over her knees and calves. She stood bare before us, both still fully clothed. She was ours to claim, ours to own.
I took my time appreciating the beautiful, sweeping curves of her legs. My fingers trailed along her calf muscle to the back of her knee. When I looked up, she was still kissing Sal but her hands reached down in search for me.
I grinned and gently nudged her legs apart so I could alternate kisses on each of her inner thighs as I made my way up. This woman was too good for us in so many ways. She always wanted to be fair, to take care of our needs before hers. As a mother, she was the most devoted one I'd ever seen. She could have been a great role model for the cross-bearers, and maybe even had been made a saint if only they knew how to fucking appreciate her.
My mouth brushed against her pussy, already coated in her sweet wetness. Her fingers found my hair and scratched with eager, hungry need across my scalp. The view from my perspective was mesmerizing as Sal pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers. His hands moved across her skin more gently than mine, but no less passionate and possessive.
Her hips rolled against my face as she squirmed between us. I stuck my tongue out to just barely indulge her and moved away whenever she demanded more pressure.
"Raum, please," she begged when her mouth came free from Sal's.
"Hmm, that's a start." I absentmindedly trailed a finger between her soaked pussy lips. "Good girls do say please. How about you stop squirming around and just let me eat your pussy?"
"I can't. I need it too much," she whined.
My cock swelled and twitched behind my layers of clothes, but I shook my finger and clicked my tongue at her.
"Sal, hold her still if she won't stop moving."
Deja let out a gasping moan as he secured one arm around the front of her shoulders and wrapped the other around her hips. She probably wasn't used to him taking control like that, and from the way her clit swelled, she fucking loved it.
The good thing about Sal was he was adaptable. I knew he gravitated toward the submissive side when they were alone but with three of us in the mix, he could either contrast my rough-handling ways or help me double down on it.
Sure enough, Deja's wiggles ceased immediately as he held her still from behind. Only breathy moans escaped her as I dragged my tongue along her swollen, decadent lips, savoring her sweet, musky taste. As I finally pressed light kisses to her clit, I pushed two fingers inside her to stroke her inner walls.
"Good girl," I murmured, pressing my lips and tongue harder against that little mound as she still did not squirm. Her pussy closed in around my fingers as I pumped them deeper, pressing my knuckles against her clit as well.
She let out a scream as she came undone. Her lower body shook and trembled so hard, her pussy practically vibrated against my face. And she still didn't try to pull away, even though she had to be incredibly sensitive with the aftershocks.
I stood quickly just as Sal released his arm around her. Her skin flushed, her hair fucked up, her chest heaving with those perfect tits and rigid nipples. I couldn't fucking stand it anymore.
With an animalistic growl, I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. My mouth devoured hers and this time I let her rip my clothes off. My skin sang with pleasure at the sensation of her bare hands and her lips on me. So often I was bent on taking control and making her come apart, I forgot how good it was to receive it from her.
Behind her, I heard a metallic clink as Sal's belt buckle pulled apart. But the moment she released my cock and gave it long, sensual strokes between us, my attention returned back to where it belonged.
I lifted her by her ass cheeks and set her on the bar stool I'd been sitting in, then impaled her in one fluid stroke. She screamed, flailing for balance on the rickety stool but Sal was right there to support her back against his chest. She looked up at him and I caught a glimpse of their connection in that brief moment. They supported each other, anchors to ground each other during times of chaos.
And me? I was her freedom.
She needed me for moments like this, where she was frustrated to the point of angry tears and needed to unleash it all through orgasms, screams, and sweet, sweet pain.
My grip on her thighs was like iron as I fucked her, alternating shallow and deep thrusts to delay her already mounting orgasm. I watched unashamedly as she moaned and sighed under the impact of my thrusts, taking kisses from her other lover and yelping as he pinched her nipples.
