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She gasped. “A spoiled brat? Go to hell, Atlanta.”
Nina stepped away from the counter, but he pressed against her and blocked her move. Her hip hit the granite, and he placed his hands on the counter next to her, blocking her in.
She stared up into his eyes, and he looked over her lips, wet with milk.
“Why don’t you offer me some milk and cookies instead of hogging them?” He looked at the path the drip of milk had made down to the mound of her left breast.
“What?” she asked, shocked. Was she so innocent and sweet, or was it a game, a way to manipulate a man? Did he even care? He couldn’t get her off of his mind, and seeing her like this tonight, he wasn’t about to lose the opportunity to explore her.
“He asked for a taste,” Freeman said, moving closer.
She turned to look at the bag of cookies. “Okay, go ahead. They’re right there.”
He licked his lips before he pressed closer and covered her lips with his. Atlanta was shocked at the deep, erotic pull he felt toward Nina. He was completely attracted to her, overwhelmed with desire as he pressed his tongue deeper and explored her mouth fully. He tasted cookies and that sweet taste that was all Nina. She moaned into his mouth, and he grasped her hips and massaged his hands up her ribs to her breasts. He felt her grab his hands, and he released her lips. She stared at him, wide-eyed.
“Delicious, but the cookies are missing something.” He pressed his mouth to her neck, licking, suckling her skin then making his way down her throat over her cleavage, tasting the bit of milk that had spilled from her lips moments ago, and then he licked under her tank and over her nipple.
“Atlanta.” She grabbed onto his head and seemed to be trying to pull him away or press him closer. He gripped her dainty waist tighter and bent a little lower as he suckled the tight little bud into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“Beautiful. Holy fuck, Nina, I need a taste too,” Freeman said as he cupped her cheeks and began to kiss her.
Atlanta pulled away a moment to push her tank top up and away from her body so he could explore her fully. Nina moaned into Freeman’s mouth, and Atlanta cupped her large breast, then leaned forward and suckled it. He lowered down to one knee and played with her breast and nipple, tugging, massaging her breast as Freeman explored her mouth. She rocked her hips slightly, and he trailed his tongue lower, then, to her hipbone. He saw the sight of the tattoo,
not so small, an intricate vine of tiny cherry blossom flowers that led pretty damn low. He was jealous of that tattoo artist who had come so close to her cunt as he pressed her shorts lower then licked along her well-trimmed mound.
She grabbed his hair, pulled from Freeman’s mouth, and cried out a release.
He shoved her shorts down, lifted her thigh, and latched onto her cunt, licking, stroking, suckling her cream from the orgasm he and Freeman had given her.
“Oh, God please. Oh, my God!” she cried out.
“Holy shit, Nina, you look incredible. You’re so sweet, so responsive. You came from us kissing you. Holy God, baby,” Freeman said to her, and then must have kissed her, because all Atlanta heard was Nina’s moans of pleasure as he attacked her sweet cunt with vigor and suckled until he thought he might come in his jeans.
“What the hell?”
The sound of Corona’s voice startled Nina but not Atlanta and Freeman.
Atlanta pulled his mouth from her cunt and pressed a finger to her.
“Atlanta.” She gasped and grabbed onto his wrist while he pumped into her very tight, slick channel.
“Don’t fight it, Nina. You want it. You feel what we feel,” Atlanta said to her as he continued to stroke her pussy.
Freeman lowered down to her breast and suckled the tip and pulled.
“You’re gorgeous,” Corona stated from behind Atlanta. Their commander stepped to the side, wearing only a shirt and jeans, and he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Easy with her, Atlanta,” he commanded, and Atlanta couldn’t hide his smirk. It seemed their commander was just as smitten with Nina as the rest of them were.
“You okay?” Corona asked her as Atlanta pumped his fingers faster into her tight pussy.
“No…yes…Oh, God, oh!”
She cried out another release, and Corona cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply. Atlanta pulled fingers from her pussy and ate her cream and suckled her clit as she shook and shivered with more for him to feast on. When her body went limp and he thought she might fall, he pulled back, and Corona was there to lift her into his arms and carry her over toward the table. He sat in a chair and held her in his arms.
“Oh, my God, that was incredible,” she whispered, and they chuckled.
