Page 58 of Bossing My Holiday
“You have to earn us. You’ve been a very bad assistant walking around all day without panties.” I cup her bare pussy, and she moans as I pull harder on her nipple. “Are you going to do as I say for once?”
“No.”
I smack her pussy, and she arches against me. Brax chuckles, and I grin at him.
“If you’re not going to obey me, I won’t let Brax eat your cunt, and that’s what you want, isn’t it? He eats your pussy so well. I heard you come as he did yesterday.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her eyes pinching closed and her breathing already ragged. “I’m starting to hate you again.”
I smile against her skin, nibbling and licking it. “But you’ll love me in a minute. Will you obey?”
She nods, biting her lip.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs for Braxton. And don’t move. You’re not to touch him or me.” I glance down at him. “Give it to her rough. She can take it.”
Braxton groans as he settles between her thighs, his shoulders nudging her wider because he wants me to be able to see everything too. I lift my head to watch as he lowers his mouth to her pretty cunt, his tongue making one long stroke.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice dropping to the commanding tone I know she responds to. But I have to know. I’m fucking dying to know. “Tell us.”
“Yes,” she moans, thrusting her tits up toward me, making me smile. She’s not touching me, but she wants me to know she wants my attention too. “God, yes.”
“You want to feel both of us?”
“Please,” she whimpers, her eyes still closed as she grips the headboard.
“Dirty girl,” I murmur into her mouth. “Fucking dirty girl, you’re a goddess.”
I continue my attention on her nipples, alternating between gentle and rough, listening to her breathing to guide my intensity. Braxton works between her legs, his tongue circling her clit, dipping inside her, building her pleasure methodically. Her hips begin to move, seeking more friction, more pressure.
It’s so fucking hot watching him eat her like this. Long sweeps of his tongue and swirls that make her grip the bedharder and her moans louder. He uses his wide shoulders and the stretch of the hand not playing with her pussy to hold her open. But one of my favorite things about having Braxton do this is how much he loves it.
He starts fucking the bed, rubbing and rutting, utterly drunk and consumed with her.
“Do you see that?” I whisper in her ear. “Do you see how gone he is with you?”
“Oh, please.”
“Brax, I want you to fuck our little princess after you’re done eating her. And I want you to come inside her the way I did this morning.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hand gripping her thigh tighter. She’ll have marks from that, and I think she must know it because now she can’t stop.
I squeeze her tits hard, pushing them up and pulling on her nipples.
“She’s so close,” Braxton says, looking up at me in wonder. “So wet.”
I slide one hand down to join his, my fingers finding her entrance. I push two fingers inside her while Braxton shifts so he can focus on her clit. She cries out, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers.
“She is.” I pump into her a few times and pull back so he can finish her off. “That’s it,” I murmur. “Come for us, Waverly.”
She does, her body tenses and then shudders while a high, thin sound escapes her throat. We work her through it, gentling our touch as the waves subside. Before she can fully recover, I capture her mouth in a fierce kiss.
“I’m going to fuck your impudent, hot little mouth while my best friend fucks your pussy,” I tell her, the words like gravel in my throat.
Her eyes are on fire as I help her up and onto all fours.Braxton moves behind her, lifting her hips to position himself at her entrance. Her eyes, saucy and challenging, hold mine as I rub my cock against her lips.
“You’re not going to bite me, are you, sweetheart?”
She smiles. “One never knows.”
