Page 96 of Vying Girls
When she’s bare from the waist down, her top hanging uselessly below her tits, I take a step back. My hands are shaking. I curl them into fists against the urge to take her. Not that I won’t. I just want to savour her before doing that.
‘Serpent,’ I say.
She nods her understanding though I hope the word never passes her lips. I’d come to hate it and everything it represented. Us, stopping. Tilda not wanting me. Now I love them again. Fucking favourite animal.
Getting to my knees, I pull both her legs over my shoulders. She tenses at first, then relaxes, the weight of her resting on me feeling like a blessing. I release a shaky breath at the first scentof her, a breath I quickly smother by burying my face in her cunt. I don’t care if she’s wet, don’t even check. I gather saliva and slather it on her, finding her clit and teasing it to life.
Tilda lets out a harsh gasp, heels digging into my back as she bucks into my face. I don’t think she cares how unready she is either. She struggles with the position, her abs feeling like rocks under my thumbs where I hold her sides. Good. Don’t want her coming like this. I just want her close, fighting for it, yearning for it. When she comes, it’ll be around my cock. Something I know she doesn’t struggle with, all the fucking times I’ve heard her and Elly. The creaky bed, Elly’s frantic thrusts, Tilda’s even more frantic moans. How the fuck have I held back so long? It’s either a testament to my resolve, or a sign of my insanity.
Well, the dam’s broken now. I lap Tilda up, closing my mouth around her as I work my jaw, tongue rubbing relentlessly.
There’s no denying she’s wet now. It’s so obscene, so loud in the still air. A litany ofoh gods fall from her mouth, and I feel her struggling against the belt, those traitorous hands reaching out for a piece of me. Don’t need her hands on me. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the buildup between then. Moving my hands to her ass, I push her into my face, barely able to breathe for it.
When I sense she’s getting too close, I plunge my tongue inside her, licking every spot I can reach, my teeth resting dangerously against her delicate flesh. She’s a mess down there, slicking my chin and nose. She tastes like fucking heaven, like sweet and salty popcorn. I feel her pulsing around my tongue, something so vibrant and alive in it.
‘Haz,’she gasps.
It’s a gasp of pain, of frustration. I grip her harder, not done with her yet. With my tongue still deep inside her, I speed up the rhythmic squeezing of my thighs, riding her sounds, everythrust she makes into my face. I release a breath into her cunt, returning to her clit so she’ll moan louder.
That’s all I need. Face screwed up with the pleasure of it, I grunt out my orgasm. Without pausing, I stand up, wiping a hand over my mouth.
Tilda stares, searching my face. ‘Did you just come?’
Ignoring her, I unthread the belt, tossing it to the floor and capturing Tilda in my arms. I lower her onto the car bonnet, pushing her to lie down.
‘You’re about to,’ I tell her solemnly.
I take out my dick, watching her eyelashes flutter at the sight. Yeah, she’s been fucking waiting for this.Not so straight now, are ya?
Grasping her hips, I pull her forward, encouraging her legs around me, an anchor for the fucking of her life she’s about to get.
Reaching out, I gently peel back the bandage, releasing a disbelieving huff at the sight of my name still etched into her skin.
‘Did this hurt?’
‘Worth it.’
With the tip of the dildo, I toy with her pussy. My orgasm took the edge off. I’m ready to focus on her now.
‘Don’t tease, Haz,’ she whispers. ‘I know you’re not a tease.’
I smile, pushing into her. ‘You don’t know what I am.’
She closes her eyes with a sigh of relief. I pull out just to slam back in, watching those eyes fly open again.
I don’t stop it there, plunging into her again, groaning at those slick, wet noises her cunt makes around me.
‘Hear yourself,’ I say with a grin. ‘Greedy fucking girl.’
Tilda nods, too past it to care now. She pulls me in with her legs. I get my hands under her ass again, pulling her up, fucking her at an angle that makes her cry out.
‘This is what you do to me, Tilda,’ I grind out, hips slapping into her. ‘This is what you fucking do.’
Her small, perfect tits bounce with my movements. My eyes flit between them, my cock disappearing into her reddening pussy, the pure fucking rapture on her face. She’s not even moaning, just lying there with her mouth open, feeling it all, taking all of me.
Releasing one of my hands, I thrust two fingers deep into her mouth. She chokes around them, one hand flying to capture my wrist. She doesn’t pull me away, getting used to the sensation, her tongue curling around them, fucking me that way.
I can probably do anything I want and she’ll just take it. Maybe I could have waited longer, until she was begging at my knees. But no, my Tilda wouldn’t do that, would she? Too fucking respectful, just like her other girlfriend.
