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They look so good together. A sense of contentment fills me even as the fire of my heat intensifies. This is everything I’ve longed for, and so much more. I slip a hand down my body to finger myself while I watch them, teasing myself with a light pressure that shoots tingling sensations across my skin.
Tillie wraps her legs around Adrian, and he lifts her onto the counter next to me. “Now, bea good girl and sit on Alex’s face. Let her get you good and wet for us.”
A cute little whimper slips out of her as she looks down at me. Her ass is right by my head, so I turn my face and nip at her through her skirt. “You heard the man. Get up here.”
Tentatively, she climbs all the way up on the counter, positioning a knee on either side of my shoulders. She looks down at me, and her hair falls around her face like a waterfall.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“Don’t you dare doubt this,” I snap. “You’re mine, and I want you to suffocate me with your cunt while Adrian fucks me with his tongue. Got it?”
She gasps. Such a sweet girl. A good girl. She’s not used to such coarse language. When I grew up, cunt was just what you called it. There wasn’t the negative connotation that it has now. Plus, I love how it sounds and the reaction it gets. I throw her a smirk, then grab her thighs and pull her forward with enough force that she stumbles, hands hitting the wall with a thud. “That’s right, sweet girl. I want my mouth on yourcuntmore than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
I tug her roughly down, spreading her open so I can feast. The first flick of my tongue has her muttering a curse, the second has herthighs quivering. The whole place is still vibrating, sending tremors through my body and hers. Adrian pushes my thighs apart, coming to the edge of the counter. His fingers work me with an experience that only comes with practice. His touch is heaven. Her taste is nirvana. And the sounds she makes drive me fucking wild.
I lift her skirt, widen the hole in her tights, and spread her cheeks. Adrian slips a finger inside her and two inside me while I caress our girl’s clit with my lips and tongue. Every lick gets his thick finger drenched in even more of her sweet flavor. I move my hands to her breasts, scratching my nails gently over her nipples through her shirt, and she falls apart. Gasping and moaning and yelling, “Yes! Yes! Yesssss!”
My focus wavers as Adrian picks up his pace, giving me a little more pressure, just like he knows I like. His head drops down, and he laps my center with the same eagerness I showed Tillie. My eyes roll back, and I gasp against Tillie’s dripping core.
She swings around, turning so she’s kneeling just above my head, facing Adrian so she can watch what he’s doing.
“He looks good between my legs, doesn’t he, sweet girl?” I look up at her and give hernipple a hard flick. “You want to feel his tongue, too?”
Adrian never slows his ministrations. My muscles tense, tingles circling my spin.
“Later,” Tillie says. “Right now, I want…” She doesn’t finish her sentences because she yanks down my bra, bends over, and sucks my right nipple while fingering the left. I bow off the counter, arching into her mouth. Her breasts hang heavy above my head. Fuck, boobs are pretty. They sway with her movements like they’re bells tolling a new day. They’re gonna get even bigger when she’s pregnant with our child, swollen and full so she can nurse our young. I imagine being in this position then, milk dripping down on me because she’s a messy, leaking mother goddess.
I lift my head so I can lick a nipple just as she switches to my other breast and Adrian slides a third finger inside me. I come with images of her—round, fat, powerful, creating life.
Adrian gasps, and when he stands, I know the wet spot on his pants is more than just pre-cum. I give him a satisfied smile, loving that he lost control like that.
The shop has stopped vibrating, and Tillie looks out the window. “We’re in my backyard,” she says.
“Perfect.” Adrian grins, then he throws me over one shoulder and Tillie over the other.
“Hmmm, my big strong mate.” I slap his ass, then grab Tillie’s hand. We kiss, hanging upside down, draped over our man’s back, as he carries us out into the yard.
Chapter 11
Tillie
My door is locked, but that doesn’t stop Adrian. He kicks it in with ease.
“Hey!” I yell.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says, not slowing his stride.
The man is a beast on a mission, and that mission is filling me with his cum. Alex and I share a smile that I feel all the way down to my toes. She wants me. She really wants me.
And so does he.
Adrian marches up the stairs and finds my bedroom as if he’s been here a thousand times. Not that there are a lot of options, but he doesn’t even hesitate at the other doors that line the hall. He goes straight for the opendoor at the end of my grandma’s old house and throws us both on the bed.
I laugh, bouncing on the mattress and rolling right into Alex. She seizes the opportunity to grab hold of me. Her dress is hanging off of her, breasts popped out of her bra, underwear gone. I’m still in my Sheet-y tee and knee-length skirt, but my tights are ripped down the center and my panties are still pulled to the side. We’re both still wearing our shoes.
Adrian stands back, looking at us. “Undress.”
Alex kneels, then throws off her dress, so she’s just in that lacy bra and those dangerously high heels.
