Page 169 of The Unravelings

“Don’t move,” I whisper, running my tongue along her belly button and slowly descending near her pussy where a beautiful tuft of hair curls. I grin more, nibbling over it until my tongue slides between her folds and finds the perfect button to make her gasp. “Good fucking girl,” I groan, sucking her clit into my mouth as footsteps sound behind me and stop dead.

“Malic the fuck,” Wilder whispers in awe. “You…”

“Hello there, old chap,” I say, blowing breath straight into her slickened pussy and watching with fascination as it constricts with need, aching for me to fill it. Soon… So fucking soon, I’ll be inside you and pleasuring you. “Care to pull up a seat for the feast?” I ask, finally peeking over my shoulder and grinning at the bewildered and speechless face my keeper is giving me.

Redness blooms over his cheeks as his hands drop to the front of his pants and he discreetly hides what’s growing inside. He licks his lips. “Wh-what?” he stutters, looking between the naked woman on our kitchen counter and me kneeling before her.

“Does the pussy have your tongue?” I question.

“Oh God,” Olivia groans, covering her face and attempting to close her legs.

“Ah, ah, Crumpet,” I say as I slap her pussy softly and revel in the noises falling from her lips. I grin when she glares down at me with a heated look. Half like she liked it. Half like she wants to stab me in my sleep. Whatever. I can die a very happy man tonight with her in my arms. “Don’t close your beautiful legs on my keeper’s account. Keep them spread so we can lick our way to paradise.”

As I say the words, I lick a trail from her drenched pussy and swirl my tongue over her clit several times until she’s moaning again and not bothered by Wilder’s presence anymore. I swirl and swirl until her fingers find my hair and she holds me there, grinding against my face and using me to her heart’s content.

“Fuck!” she shouts as her thighs attempt to strangle me and her body convulses over and over again, riding out the orgasm my tongue has brought her.

I lick another time as she tries to push me away. “Too sensitive,” she groans, falling limply to the countertop, taking in several breaths.

“Hmmm,” I say, licking again as she tries to fight me off, but I relent until her thighs press against my ears again and she lets out a loud moan. “You know, I could die a very happy man between your thighs,” I quip, licking my lips.

“I’ll make a note of that,” she dryly says, taking in several breaths.

“As you should,” I say, standing over her with a grin. “Now, Keeper. Are you going to watch or participate?” I turn to him as I take off my jeans and boxers, kicking them to the side and stroking myself. He blinks several times, staring at my hardened cock, leaking precum everywhere.

“This is not normal,” he says, taking a step further into the kitchen. “Malic…” he hisses as his eyes move from me to Olivia, still catching her breath on the counter after two glorious orgasms.

“What is normal then, old chap? We’re two best buddies fucking the same girl who is all too eager for us. Isn’t that right, Crumpet?” I ask, continuing to stroke myself and grinning when her eyes widen at the sight of my cock.

“Fuck. I forgot how big you are,” she groans halfheartedly. “I ached for days last time…” Well, if that doesn’t stroke my ego, I don’t know what will.

“What the fuck?” Wilder asks again, moving closer to the counter and staring heatedly down at the girl with wide, glazed-over eyes, already losing himself to the lust boiling in his system. Now, he can’t resist.

“Hmmm, how about this?” I say, trailing my fingers up her spread legs and plunging them into her eager pussy.

“Oh, Malic,” she groans as her back arches off the countertop and her eyes squeeze shut.

“Oh, my little ghost,” I hum, pumping my fingers several times and circling my thumb over her clit. “How about I fuck you now, and while I do that, you can keep your mouth occupied with Wilder’s raging hard-on?”

“Malic, fucking hell,” Wilder says, taking a step back from us with wide eyes. “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh, I am very serious, Keeper. Are you denying your dick isn’t as hard as a rock right now at the sight of her drenched pussy and beautiful tits?” I ask, continuing to toy with my little puppet as I finger her, as she’s begging for more and more. “Because from where I’m standing…” I grin when he covers his crotch again, sending me a death glare while his nostrils flare.

Oh, yeah. He’s smelling the beautiful scent of her, and it’s getting to him. As much as he doesn’t want to believe it.

Wilder shakes his head. “Of course it’s fucking hard!” he shouts, tossing a hand. “But you expect me to participate?” he asks, shaking his head again. “I don’t fucking get you, Mal. I don’t fucking understand. You go from never touching a fucking woman to fucking her in the bathroom, and now, you’re offering her to me, too? What the hell is going on with you? You’re acting weird! Weirder than fucking normal and I would know because I have to fucking babysit you day in and day out.”

“Sharing is caring,” I quip, stopping my motions as her pussy contracts around my fingers again, and she silently screams. “That’s number three. She’s so damn needy tonight, Keeper. Besides, she’ll need a gag so she doesn’t wake up the entire neighborhood. Can’t have the boys next door breaking down our door, now can we?” I bat my eyelashes a few times. “Besides, being normal in societal standards is boring. Live a little. You don’t mind, do you, Crumpet?” I ask, sticking my fingers in my mouth and humming at the taste of her cum hitting my taste buds. “Exquisite.”

Her chest heaves several times as her hazy eyes look between the two of us. She thinks for a long second, considering the two of us until she shakes her head. “I don’t fucking care. Fuck me already,” she begs so fucking beautifully. Just like I knew she would.

“See, Keeper? She wants to be fucked. By us. Now, shall we?”

“And what does she want? Does she really want to put my dick in her mouth?” Wilder asks, throwing a hand out and gesturing to her.

Olivia sighs as she sits up and turns to face Wilder in all her naked glory. Her legs hang over the counter as she stares at him, looking him up and down. I wonder if it’s on the tip of her tongue to tell him who she really is? “Life is way too short to have boring sex. I’m leaving tonight, anyway. I’m not a stranger to this,” she says, gesturing to the two of us with confidence. “Fuck me however you want. It’s been way too long,” she mutters the last part of her sentence to herself.

Good. I was the last one to fuck her.