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“Have you come to watch, little vixen?” Alastair’s voice dripped with resentment. “I regret to inform you that I am quite occupied at the moment.” A cruel smile came to his lips. “Delightfully occupied.”
There was that challenge again.
The woman looked over at me, and a small smile came to her lips.
He looked at her, his brow furrowed in disapproval. His free hand tugged on a piece of her hair, and the woman let out a melodic laugh.
“This is wonderful.” She purred, raising up a little to bring her lips to his cheek.
I swallowed before I could speak. But I directed my statement at him.
“Maybe I’m here because of her.”
He quirked a brow.
He turned to her, his free hand caressing her blonde hair from her face. He was tender. Gentle. Nothing like what he had been with me.
“What do you think?” He purred to her and smiled.
“I like her.” Her voice was rich, like a chocolate custard. I felt a pang of lust for her, but also a moment of jealousy that I could not be so sinfully angelic.
Did she know that she was the ground for my next battle with Alastair? Did she know that her body would now be our next competition?
Alastair’s warm gaze left hers and turned back to me, growing hard.
“Then, by all means.” He said, that infernal politeness grating on my last nerve. He leaned back, placing his free hand on the back of the red couch. The woman spread her legs, just a bit. Her finger teased at the end of her skirt, an offer to pull it up to reveal what I knew would be a perfectly smooth, waxed pussy.
I stepped forward, bringing myself between her legs, my hands opening her thighs. She looked down at me from the valley of her breasts and she bit her lower lip. I smiled at her. She smiled back. I kissed her inner thigh before nuzzling my nose up the delicate skin.
I moved slowly. Teasingly. Taking the scent of her skin, her floral perfume, and her feminine musk. I kissed the apex of her thigh, right at the sliver of skin outside of her fold, and lingered there.
Her breathing intensified. That made me smile.
I stole a glance at Alastair, who was as still as a statue. He was so still he was practically furniture, staring off into space, trying not to look at us, his drink hovering in front of his lips.
I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it between my teeth. She gasped, then whimpered. I didn’t let up. I ate her like she was my last meal, wrapping my hands under her thighs and gripping them so that my hands dug into her waist.
She came within seconds, her body bucking against my mouth.
She cried out to God, to Alastair. To me.
As she fell over the cliff into her climax, her warm juices dribbled down my chin, but I didn’t relent. I slowed my pace just a little, but I didn’t release her from my mouth.
“Fuck, no,” she said, shaking her head. “No more!”
She begged, trying to push my face away, her fingers curling through my hair.
“Hush, Sophie,” Alastair whispered, his voice as calm and soothing. He took her hands from my hair, and with his massive palm, pinned her wrists to his chest. He put his glass down on the lamp table on the other side of the armrest, then took her glass and did the same.
“I can’t take it anymore,” She whimpered to him, her eyes pleading.
Whatever looks they shared between them, there was true affinity and adoration between them.
“Yes, you can,” he crooned. “You can take so much more than you think you can.”
With that, I began to violently feast again, and it didn’t take her long to orgasm for a second time.
I slowed my pace again, letting her float down from her high, but never stopping. Never allowing her to recover. I was breaking her down, each orgasm cracking her until she became putty in my hands.
