“Good girl,” he praises, kissing the arse cheek he just slapped.
I glance over my shoulder, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he spreads my arse cheeks.
“One day, I’m taking you in every hole, including here,” he says, pressing the pad of his thumb against my arsehole.
I tense, and he chuckles. “You’ll love it, I promise, but that takes time and prep. Something to look forward to, no?”
“I’m not sure that’s the term I would use, no.”
He full on laughs now, which throws me. All the while he has my arse cheeks spread, baring me to him, and he laughs.It’s oddly exhilarating, not a sound I often hear from him or Harrison.
I realise I want to listen to him do that again. But maybe not while he has me open to him like this, unless he wants to do it against my clit, I think.
My nipples harden at the thought. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I sound like a wanton whore.
“Fair enough, but I promise you, one day you’ll beg for it. You’ll see.”
Before I can reply, I feel his mouth on me again, only this time he’s rimming my arsehole. I shift, finding it strange, but as he continues his ministrations, I begin to relax. And when his long fingers press back inside my aching pussy, I sigh in contentment.
I lied before when I thought I couldn’t come again, because my body is already charged and ready to go, and I very much want to come again.
I wonder if he’ll fuck me this time, and I’m not sure if I want that. Playing like this is one thing, but full-on fucking is something different entirely.
The sting of his palm against my arse cheek has my back arching.
“I told you to stop overthinking. I promise, I will only use my fingers and my tongue to make you come again.”
It shocks me how in tune he is with my thoughts, and it kind of scares the shit out of me, too.
I let out a deep breath and will my body to relax again, to enjoy everything he’s offering me in this moment.
Of course, this entire situation could come back to bite me on the arse later, but if I’m getting my fourth orgasm of the morning, who the fuck am I to complain?
“You see, as much as I love my brother, we’re also quite competitive. So if he made you squirt, I want to make you squirt too.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers.
“You want that too, don’t you? You want to be my good girl?”
I shake my head, but the words that leave my mouth are an emphatic, “Yes.”
He shuffles his dick, sliding it between my folds, and I gasp.
“Just want your juices on me,” he says before pulling back, and then hismouth is on my pussy again. Fuck, I’ve never been eaten out like this before. It’s filthy, but I love it.
He curves his fingers, successfully hitting my G-spot, and I groan as I begin to ride his hand and his face, my tits bouncing with the movements, my skin damp with perspiration, knowing I still have Harrison’s essence on me.
I glance over my shoulder and catch sight of him fisting his dick, which has me pushing myself harder against his face.
Desperation takes over.
He moans deep in his throat, the vibration heaven to my core, as he sucks on my clit. I whimper. I am so wet I worry I’m going to suffocate him, but it’s not enough for me to stop.
Because I want to squirt for him, I want to be his good girl.
My elbows give out, and I drop to my forearms, my cheek against my pillow, my hands gripping my bedding for all they’re worth. I push my arse back, encouraging him to keep hitting that spot deep inside, right where I need him the most.
Then I feel his mouth move to my arsehole, where he rims me once again.
