Her fingertips slip into the waistband of my jeans, and my abs flex in response. I lift my hips at the same time she shimmies my jeans and boxers down my thighs, and my cock springs free, swinging through the air from the release.
Those delicate, precise fingers of hers wrap around my shaft as she shyly murmurs between moans, “I’ve never done this before.”
Dean talks her through it. “Open your mouth, stick your tongue out. Yeah, good, just like that.” His voice grows closer, like he’s standing over the bed, right before me. “Now, give it a little taste, just the tip.”
Her back arches, and I feel her weight shift forward over me. Heaven enwraps my cock in warmth, and my vision fucking spots at the sensation of her mouth on my sensitive tip.
It’s like every nerve in my body angles toward her, begging for attention. I grunt into her pussy as she takes me an inch further.
“There you go,” Dean praises. “Now swirl your tongue.”
She does, and my eyes roll back as I pull her tighter against me, no longer needing to breathe. The only thing I need to inhale is her delicious cunt.
His legs brush mine, and I imagine his hands in her hair, guiding her down onto me.
“Flatten your tongue and stick it out just a little. It’ll help relax your gag reflex.”
She adjusts, keeping me in her mouth.
“Every inch, Princess. You’re not stopping until he’s buried in the back of your throat.”
“Oh my fucking God,” I moan against her as she takes me deeper, her tongue working me to oblivion.
My hips buck out of instinct, and she gags around me, the sensation otherworldly. Her mouth slides up my shaft before going back down, over and over. She finds a perfect slow pace, and I’m going to lose control.
This isn’t my first blow job, but it’sneverbeen like this before, and it’s all because ofher. No one will ever do this for me again, no one but Ciri. If she won’t touch me, no one will.
My lips find her clit, and I suck hard. Her soft mouth tightens around me. Both of us are moaning and crying out as we lose ourselves in the pleasure.
“Here you go, baby. Give this one a try,” Dean tells her.
A second later, her mouth retracts from my cock before the sensual, wet sounds begin again. Fucking hell, now she’s sucking his dick.
Our perfect dirty girl. She’s a natural with us.
“Use your hands on him while your mouth is busy,” Dean groans, his voice breathy fast.
Her hands find me, her weight shifting back onto my face as she holds herself up. My fingers sink into her thighs, securing her in place as I inhale her, again and again.
She pumps me from base to tip with both hands, sliding with ease from her spit still coating my length.
The sounds in the room are anything but angelic, and I could listen to them on repeat for the rest of my damn life.
We stay like this for a minute or an hour, devouring one another until time fades away completely.
Her breathing picks up, and I know she’s been fighting her first orgasm for a minute, her knees tightening on the sides ofmy neck. I work her harder, quickening the pace with the strokes of my tongue.
Using my hands, I slide her back and forth on my face, creating the perfect friction on her clit. And she loses it, jumping off the cliff into ecstasy. She moans around Dean’s cock, her beautiful cries muffled with him deep in her throat.
“Tell us how sexy you are,” Dean orders her.
Her sounds grow louder as he leaves her.
“Tell us, Princess.”
She rides me through her orgasm, finally giving us what we asked for. “I’m sexy. I’m sexy. I’m sexy.”
“Yes, you are,” he coos before his weight presses into the bed by my legs, slowly making his way up behind us.
