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He licked his lips, no doubt trying to lick away the hunger that burned in his loins.
You want it, don’t you?
I smiled through my ebbing orgasm, already heated up and ready for more should Deacon decide to join us.
Look at me, Deacon. Look at how hot and wet and waiting I am.
I opened my eyes to look at him, while I licked my fingers deliciously, moved them down to rub and pinch my nipples while Bishop continued to lick and eat my swollen clit.
How do you like that? Still want to fight it?
He groaned, a sound that didn’t stop Bishop at all, but that fully engulfed me. I willed him to join us, willed him to get into the game.
“Oh, damn,” Bishop grunted as he left my creaming pussy and rode up to kiss my breasts and continue up to my lips. “Damn. I can’t hold it any longer. I have to fuck you. I have to. I have to.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my hooded eyes still focused on Deacon. “I want you to fuck me. Take me.”
He’d closed the door and stood a few feet from the bed. He’s unfastened his pants and now held his stiff shaft in his hand.
You’ve tasted me before, Deacon. Is that what you’re thinking of now as you stroke yourself? That time. My pussy. Your mouth. Your tongue.
Tutor, my eye. You didn’t just want to tutor me. That was just an excuse to be alone with me. Admit it. You wanted me. And you still want me.
Come eat me, Deacon. Come.
As Bishop wiggled out of his boxer briefs, I raised my head just enough to look straight at Deacon. My gaze dared him; dared him to jump in.
Bishop nestled between my legs, ready to plunge his dick deep inside me. He had just barely dipped the tip of his dick into my creamy pussy when Deacon pushed him aside.
Finally, I thought with relief. Come and get me.
“Hey!” Bishop lamented. “What the hell are you doing in my room?”
“Stopping you from being an idiot,” Deacon shouted.
Somewhere in the fog of arousal, he’d put his aching cock away.
Holding it in is only going to harm you, I wanted to say. He was in desperate need of letting it all out.
“You have no business in here,” Bishop argued.
“You should have thought of that before you let Lolita here cry out her orgasm to the entire house. Damn, Bishop. Where’s your head? Seriously?”
“You’re just mad about the bet,” Bishop said.
“Fuck the bet,” Deacon shot back. “I don’t care about that. I don’t care whether she’s a virgin or not.”
“That’s right,” Bishop said. “And that means that she’s free to have sex with whomever she chooses. So what’s the problem?”
“That’s right,” I said as I got to my knees and looked at both of them. “I joined the Saints fraternity so that I could look for a lover… a lover who would completely fill my needs.”
Deacon cast his hungry eyes to the floor while Bishop held my gaze, eager to do whatever I needed him to do.
With utmost innocence, I bit my index finger while looked at them. “Maybe,” I said as I let my hand fall to my breast. “Just maybe…”
I waited for Deacon to look up at me. After a moment of silence, his curiosity took over and he raised his eyes to me.
“I can be very generous at times,” I said as my hand glided over my belly and down between my legs. “Taking a lover was my initial intent when I first arrived here at the House of Saints, but I have no objections to taking on two beautifully expert lovers.”
