Fuck, thatpleaselit me on fire.
Travis leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her hard, as I pulled her jeans off her flared hips. “You don’t have to beg us, Shade. Not unless youwantto.”
“I kind of do,” She whispered.
And we lost it.
I tore her jeans and panties off the rest of the way as he kept kissing her, pushing his big hand under the fabric of her bra and tearing at the delicate stitching as she writhed against it.
I kissed every inch of skin I could reach, mouthing it like it held secrets I was desperate to hear. Her moans came in soft waves when I pushed my tongue against her clit and tasted her for the first time in what felt like ages.
Her first orgasm ripped through her without warning, coming fast and out of nowhere. She was arching, gasping, and grabbing for us both like she needed something to tether her to reality.
“Let go,” I whispered. “We’ve got you.”
As she came for us, I slid a finger into her, then two, slow and steady while Travis flicked his tongue over her nipples, sucking them until her hips rolled into me with reckless need again.
“You feel that?” I murmured, “Do you feel how wet you are for us?”
She whined, grinding into my hand.
“All for us,” Travis growled, reaching over to lay his hand on her stomach right above mine, “This is ours now,”
She came again with a strangled cry, hips shaking, nails biting into my shoulders.
But we weren’t done, not even close.
“My turn,” Travis kicked his jeans off and stalked around the couch. “I want you to ride my face.”
“Dear God,” She panted with a wild look on her face, “I don’t know if my legs can hold me up right now.”
I wiped my hand over my jaw as I stood up next to him, “You’re going to be sitting on his face, Black Cat, you don’t have to hold yourself up.”
She rolled her eyes and glared at me defiantly.
The age-old argument between men and women about face riding. God.
I leaned down and picked her up, throwing her squealing, flailing body over my shoulder as Travis laid down on the couch with a sinister grin.
“Right here, baby.” Travis said as I put her down, straddling his head so she was facing the end of the couch as he pulled her down flush to his waiting face. “Perfect.”
“Oh my God,” She groaned, leaning forward on the arm as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Fuck, Trav.”
“Good girl,” I moved to the end of the couch and stripped out of my clothes as she started rocking and moaning with his moves. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So damn good,” She cried, tearing her bra off and tossing it across the room. Her large tits swayed heavily between her braced arms, and I palmed them, flicking her nipples. “Fucking intense.”
Frankie’s green eyes fluttered open as she arched her back and looked up at me with parted lips and a drunken gaze.
“Be a good girl,” I tilted her jaw with my hand, pulling it down and opening her mouth, “Stick your tongue out for my cock.”
“Mmh,” She hummed and seductively pushed her tongue out flat, ready and waiting as I stroked my cock in front of her. Her eyes fell to my dick and then fluttered back up to me. “You want to fuck my throat, Sunshine?”
I slapped the head of my cock against her tongue when she stuck it back out, and she sloppily sucked on it when I pushed it deeper. “That’s it.” I threaded my fingers through her wild hair, holding her still as I thrust into her mouth. The whole time, she held my stare, looking at me up through her lashes as she rocked on Travis’s face with my cock in her mouth.
Damn.
I pulled out and wrapped my hand around her throat, holding her still, and kissed her so I wouldn’t blow already from just the way she looked.
