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“Just a little tender,” she admits, dropping her hands as she slides her fingers under the waistband of her knickers and slowly pushes them over her hips. As the fabric puddles at her feet, she steps out of them, revealing her beautiful body to us all.
“What will make them feel better?” I ask, still holding Zayn in my arms.
She meets my heated gaze, understanding my intention. “Watching you fist Zayn might help to take my mind off it.”
Zayn chuckles, placing his hand over mine and guiding it towards his cock. “Consider it done.”
“Like this?” I question, fisting him as my gaze drops from her pert breasts to the darker areola of her nipples, and slowly falls to the curve of her hips and stomach. Fuck she’s beautiful, and not one of us can take our eyes off of her.
“Just like that,” she whispers, her gaze fixed on me jerking off Zayn in firm, even strokes.
“Fuck,” he mutters, swelling in my hands.
“What else is different, Kid?” Dax asks, leisurely pumping his cock as he watches her, fucking enraptured.
“I’m more sensitive here,” she says, her breath hitching as she slides her hand lower, stopping just short of her pussy before falling away.
“How much more sensitive?” I ask, fucking desperate to touch her.
“I could come with the slightest touch,” she replies as I release Zayn and step in front of her, running the pad of my finger gently down her neck, circling her nipples but not touching them, then lower still, pausing just above her mound.
Titch stares up at me, her eyes glinting with arousal and lust as I cup her cheek, and run my thumb over her bottom lip. She opens her mouth slightly to suck my thumb inside, tonguing it, reminding me what it feels like when she sucks my cock.
“Are you really that sensitive?” I ask as I slide my index finger lower, touching the line of soft curls at the top of her heat, then dip lower until I find her clit. My gaze flicks to hers briefly, and a small gasp escapes her lips as I play with her clit. I barely put any pressure against it, revelling in the wet heat flooding her pussy, and the way her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“That feels… ah… so…good,” she murmurs breathlessly.
“Fuck, you really are extra sensitive,” I say, before lowering myself to my knees in front of her, her lips parting on a soft moan as I press my tongue against her clit and taste her.
“York!” she cries, her hands instantly fisting my hair, needing something to hold onto as I flatten my tongue against her clit and grip her hips to keep her steady.
“Come on my tongue,” I mutter against her pussy, licking and flicking her clit.
"Oh god," she cries as I keep up the pressure. "It's too sensitive!" But as she tries to wriggle away, I hold her tighter, sucking on her clit until she begins to jerk and shake and cry out my name. In my periphery I see Dax step up behind her, supporting her body as she writhes against my face.
"That's it, baby, use him. Ride his face whilst you come," he encourages gruffly.
"York! Fuck, York! I'm coming. I'm coming," she cries, her fingers pulling on the strands of my hair as I lift her legs off the floor and place them over my shoulders.
Elevated like that she's able to rock her hips against my face and I'm able to slide two fingers into her pussy, moving them in a come hither fashion until she releases on a scream, coming in my mouth, her internal muscles pulsating around my fingers.
“Oh my god. That was intense,” she breathes after a minute or so, her legs shaking as I place her gently back on the floor, and rise upwards.
Her cheeks are flush as I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “Hold that thought,” I say, glancing at Dax who nods.
“On the bed, Kid,” he demands softly, taking her hand and guiding her to the bed. Positioning himself against the headboard, he pats the mattress between his legs. “Come sit here.”
She crawls towards him, giving Xeno, Zayn and me a fucking beautiful view of her peachy arse and the glistening slit of her cunt.
“Fuck,” Zayn mutters, glancing over at me, his dick leaking precum.
“She’s so fucking beautiful, no?” I say, because it’s not a question, more of a statement.
“She’s perfect,” Xeno agrees, stalking towards her, his knee pressing against the mattress as she settles herself between Dax’s legs, her back resting against his chest. “What do you want to happen now?” he asks, as Dax trails his fingers gently up and down the centre of her chest, and Xeno settles on his haunches at the foot of the bed.
Titch looks between the three of us before resting her hand over Dax’s and guiding it to her breast. “I want to show Dax that he won’t hurt the baby whilst I sit on his cock and he plays with my tits.”
“Fuck, yes. Whatever you want. We got you,” Dax groans, cupping her jaw and dragging her head to the side so he can kiss her deeply.
