Page 46 of Filthy Little Witch
Wes moved toward her to grab her, but she held up her hands and laughed.
“Okay, okay,” she said and slipped out of her pale dress, shoving the fabric to the ground and stepping out of it. God, she was perfect, like every part of her had been designed to tempt me. She lowered herself to the grass and bent her legs, spreading them wide enough for me to see the glisten on her cunt.
She was just as turned on as we were, and sucking us off had gotten her there.
“Look at that, brother,” I said, slinging an arm over Wes’s shoulders. “The little witch likes having our cocks in her mouth.”
“Did you like drinking our cum, too?” Wes laughed at her shiver. Clearly, she did.
“Answer him,” I said.
She took a deep breath and let it out on a shaky, “Yes.”
“There’s a good girl,” Wes said, patting me on the stomach. “Wait until you taste her cunt. You haven’t devoured anything sweet until you’ve tried her.”
“Hmm, don’t mind if I do.” I knelt between her legs and trailed kisses down her inner thigh, laughing when she trembled harder. I did it to the other side as Wes circled to lower himself by her shoulders. Just as I leaned into kiss her clit, he licked her nipple, and she arched off the ground. One of her hands tunneled through my hair while the other grabbed his, holding us to her.
I took that as a sign to keep going. I shifted myself around so I was lying on the ground with my legs out behind me, settling in to feast on her. And when I licked through her wet heat, she moaned and mumbled something that sounded like, “Fuck, that feels good.”
Wes whispered to her while he alternated sucking and lapping at her tits, but I went to work between her legs. I found the spot that made her hiss and lavished attention on it until she shook, nearly on the verge of climax. But no, she wouldn’t get off that easy. I sucked her entire cunt into my mouth, swirling her before going back to that sensitive spot again.
She grew wetter, the taste of her arousal making me rock my hips on the ground, seeking friction. But it wasn’t enough. I ached to touch myself, but I had to make her come on my face. Like Wes, I sensed everything I was doing to her. When I flicked my tongue over her clit, the tip of my cock throbbed. When Wes ran his hand down her stomach and up to her throat, it was like he circled mine. And when I stuck a finger inside her, it was like someone had rubbed up against my prostate, massaging me from the inside.
The whole experience set my skin on fire, and as I continued to devour her, Wes traced her lean curves with his lips. He ravished her while I took from her, murmuring sweet nothings against her pussy. I stuck a second finger inside her, coaxing her from the inside while I lapped at her outside, relishing her delicious taste, covering myself in her distinctive cherry scent.
Wes amped up his attention to her nipples while I escalated on her cunt, and then she tensed, reaching her own orgasm. She tightened her grip on my hair, her thighs clamping around my head, her pelvis pushing off the ground as she moaned, and the waves of her ecstasy rolled through me.
Fuck, it was fantastic, and I shot another load on the grass under me, surprising myself. I had never done that before.
Wes looked up with a huge smile, nodding toward me. “Did you just paint the grass?”
I hung my head and laughed. “Don’t bring the attention to me. This is about her.”
“Right,” Wes said, rising on his knees to scoot down next to me. “My turn. Move.”
“What?” Marta lifted her head and gasped. “No, I’m too sensitive. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, sweet girl,” he said, putting a hand on her stomach to lay her back down. “I know you can.”
She whimpered but did as he asked, and I crawled up her body, peppering kisses on her torso as I went, licking off blood and sweat. When I got to her mouth, she moaned into the touch, licking at my lips like she was trying to get her taste off me. I let her. I kissed her and touched her with free abandon, memorizing the image of Wes’s head between her legs and the feel of her breathy sighs on my skin.
We worked her through it. Wes ate her out like he was starved, and I sucked her neck, her tits, her mouth like they were my only lifeline to reality. When she came again, she rocked into Wes’s face, and I swallowed down her cries, consuming them and praying it would always be like this.
Now that I’d lived it, I never wanted it to stop. I’d just come twice in a row, and still I wanted more. My cock ached painfully, and I squeezed the tip with my free hand, trying to stave off another embarrassing combustion.
“Atlas,” Wes said, drawing my attention back to him. “Get down here.”
I didn’t question it. I just went, my body compelled by his command.
“Wes,” Marta murmured. “Atlas. It’s not supposed to be like this… It’s not…”
Wes spread her knees wider, exposing her to both of us. The sight of her dripping in front of us, slick with want and need, made me groan.
“Together?” I asked.
He nodded. “Together.”
“You think she can handle it?” I raised an eyebrow at him while I lifted one of her knees over my shoulder.
