Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Lick it off,” she invited me. “Go on.”
I tried to crane my neck forward to reach her, but I couldn’t.
“Oh no.” She pretended to be surprised. “That’s not going to work, is it? And now I’m all sticky.”
“I can help you,” Matt suggested.
With a little smirk, she walked to stand beside him and leaned over him. I made an outraged gasp as he locked eyes with me and took her nipple into his mouth, tugging it with his teeth. He swiped his tongue over her glowing skin, which I knew would feel as soft as butter. And he held my gaze until every bit of the honey was cleaned from her, all while she purred and moaned at the attention.
“This is my punishment?” I asked. “Having to watch you have a threesome?”
“Having to watch and not participate,” he corrected me, laying one hand on the back of Nate’s bobbing head. “Having to watch and not touch yourself. I bet you’re throbbing right now.”
I was, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning.
When did this become a competition?
Matt nodded to Natalie, and she walked back to me, her hips swaying. Whether it was her job or not, the way she clenched her thighs with each step told me she loved the career path she was on. I wondered if she was as turned on as I was.
I got my answer when she boosted herself up on the table in front of me, her ass right on my plate. She spread her thighs, revealing a waxed bare pussy that glistened conch-shell pink.
Now, I could reach her. I leaned forward and breathed deeply, losing myself in the rainwater scent of her. To Matt, I asked, “May I, my dragon?”
He groaned in response. I took it as a yes and touched my tongue to the wet opening of Natalie’s cunt. She let out a shaky breath and I curled my tongue up, barely touching her clit before dropping again to press inside her.
If we’d been hooking up under normal, not chained up, not dripping pussy juice onto my breakfast plate circumstances, I would have wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her open while I buried my face between her folds, but the shackles impeded me. I did what I could with the movement I had, lapping at her clit while she tilted herself to give me more access. I delved my tongue under the hood and her leg jerked, scattering silverware to the ground.
Beside us, I heard Matt hiss, “Just like that,” to Nate.
Natalie slapped the tabletop and moved faster against my mouth, and I flicked my tongue rapidly, side to side, using her reactions to guide me. All the while, my own cunt clenched spasmodically, my body crying out for stimulation. There was no way to touch myself, no way to press my mound against anything to relieve the ache.
Natalie’s wetness ran down my chin, and I worked it against her, wishing my hands were free so I could pump my fingers inside her. But the extra help was apparently unneeded; her chirping yelps were adorable as she got closer and closer, her clit recoiling from my tongue for a moment, before pulsing insistently against it as she let out a loud, keening wail.
I was good at eating pussy. It wasn’t news to me. But it apparently was to Matt, because when I looked over at him, my face smeared with Natalie’s juices, I saw a man who did not know what he’d gotten himself into.
“This is punishment?” I asked, blinking innocently. “Are you sure about that?”
He gave Natalie a dark look. Wordlessly, she got down on the ground between my legs.
“This is your punishment,” he said with a smirk, as Natalie’s mouth closed over my clit.
My mind raced under an onslaught of endorphins and worry. I was a pro-am pussy eater. Natalie was a professional, world-class. My fingers clenched on the arms of the chair. She would make me come. There would be no avoiding it, even if I wanted to. But why wouldn’t I want to?
Whether or not Matt would let me, that was the real question.
“Yes,” Matt whispered through gritted teeth, his eyes closed, brows drawn together as the length of his cock disappeared down Nate’s throat. I gasped at the sight and at the saliva Nate coughed, choking, as his head raised and lowered again. Matt’s hips pumped against the chair, those whispered affirmations growing in frequency until he pushed up, groaning, one hand on the arm of the chair for leverage. Nate swallowed noisily, lifting his head to lick at the drops that had escaped his mouth and rolled down Matt’s cock.
My unconsciously halted breathing jerked back into motion and pulled my attention to the rapidly building tension in my pelvis. Natalie slid two fingers into her mouth and sucked them, then pressed them into my cunt and crooked them expertly to exert hard pressure exactly where I needed it. I cried out, and if Matt had wanted to punish me with orgasm denial, it was too late.