Page 61 of PortCity Killers

Her fingertips were cold as she spread my folds, making me shudder on the table. I couldn’t tell if I was trying to get away from her or push myself further into her web. Don’s smirk was electric.

“I didn’t even touch her,” he said, shrugging, “Did I, little Lexi? I didn’t even have to.”

This time I didn’t stop the groan that built in my throat, but released it into the world. All of my pent-up frustration and desire from today filled me, tightening my strings until I thought they would combust.

Valentina chuckled softly, licking her lips. And wasn’t she just the picture of the cat who ate the canary as she settled herself in the seat I had been occupying, my legs draping over her shoulders. Her arms hooked around my lap, keeping me in place before she finally lowered her lips to the folds between my thighs.

I gasped, the feel of her tongue was slick, and wet against my clit. Hot, so fucking hot I thought I was being eaten inside out by an inferno. My back arched off the table, my elbows barely holding me in place but Valentina’s arms were like iron bars, keeping my hips from bucking and writhing the way I wanted them to, the way I needed them to.

Don leaned himself across the table, whispering as Valentina continued, “You look so fucking beautiful spread out on this table. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined being between your thighs, just like that? How many times I’ve stroked myself, imagining what you’d taste like?”

I whimpered, twisting my head to see him but his hands came to either side of me, not touching but hovering over my errant curls, “Don’t look at me, look at Valentina, so sweetly tasting you.”

It was infuriating, seeing him from the corner of my eyes and not being able to touch him; not having him touch me. But I did, I looked down, lifting myself to see over my belly as Valentina’s fingers dipped into me, making my hips dance with her movements.

She slid one finger, then another. Her fingers hit all the spots I couldn’t reach myself, filling me and curling in a way that made me pant.

She found a spot that made my legs clamp down over her head. My body fought itself, tightening every muscle that wasn’t eagerly shifting itself like putty in Valentina’s arms.

My hands moved to her hair, my neck stretching out as my back arched on the table the faster her fingers moved inside of me. The sounds coming out of my mouth were strangled. I tried so hard not to let them slip free, but they did, rushing out in a garbled jumble of pleasure as the fire built up in my veins.

“Careful, Princesa. The sitting room isn’t too far away,” Don purred against my ear.

Valentina’s muffled chuckle ran up my body as her tongue ran laps across my clit. I whispered a harsh curse behind the cloth, my hands fisting in Valentina’s loose waves. I bit down on the panties, trying to keep my sounds low, but they grew with each sweep of her tongue and each dirty word Don whispered in my ear.

I didn’t know which had me more in knots: the way her fingers pumped at their steady rhythm, hitting exactly where I needed her to or every filthy praise of Don’s rough voice, but the two of them combined? Lethal.

“Next time, we’ll have to tie her down, won’t we, Val?” He asked, “So she doesn’t keep squirming, or maybe I’ll just have to fuck her tight little ass while you’re down there so she feels every bit of it.”

Fuck. Me.

My whimpered noises spilled into the air, to no one in particular, but Valentina hummed her agreement against me, nipping at my clit.

I shattered, my last shred of sanity speeding through me and straight for Valentina’s soft lips against my chocha as she continued to wreck me. By the time she was standing, wiping her mouth with the bright white napkin that I had left intact on the table I was wiping my brow, feeling the prickle of my skin as it came down from the high of their efforts.

Valentina had plucked a pasty off of my breast, and toyed with a nipple through the flimsy black tank top as my chest heaved, trying to get my shit together. I hissed, grabbing her wrist when she twisted the piercing she found there.

Her eyes were filled with delight, “So many secrets, muñequita.”

“And now, little Lexi, I’ve won.”

I spit out the panties, twisting around to look at Don, “Wha-?”

“I didn't even have to touch you to make you cum, did I?”

I scoffed, incredulous, “That’s cheating.”

He smirked, leaning his body back away from me as he rose from the table.

He straightened his tie, “I don’t play fair when I’m getting what I want, Alex. You would do well to remember that in the future. For now, I’ll leave you ladies to it. The family is waiting for me.”

I watched from my spot on the table as Don left, throwing a wink and a small kiss over his shoulder at me and Valentina.

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