Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [76]
Please hurry. Please don’t stop. Please keep making me feel good.
“You can have whatever you want, babe,” Damon said, his voice soft, deep—adding, “Lift your ass for me.”
Planting her heels on the bed, she raised, letting Damon peel her new panties down while Jenelle studied her freshly revealed cunt, audibly sighing at the sight. “Mmm, so pretty.”
Brenna wasn’t sure she’d ever really thought of her pussy that way before, but Damon had used the same word for it, too, and she decided that—yes, it was pretty. In its own special way.
Tossing the leopard-print thong aside, Damon gently parted her legs wide, making her feel her own wetness as he put her wantonly on display.
“Pretty and pink,” Jenelle cooed, her voice thick with flirtation.
“Pretty and pink and delicious,” Damon added, his gaze on Brenna’s—and then he glanced to Jenelle. “Hold her open for me.”
Brenna’s heart pounded harder at the command, especially when Jenelle used both hands to tenderly part the lips of Brenna’s cunt wider than they already were.
And when Damon sank his mouth there—oh God, it was almost more pleasure than she could bear. She found herself clutching at the velvet at either side of her, clawing her fingernails into it as she lifted her pussy to meet Damon’s thorough licks.
Soon, Jenelle left Damon on his own and returned to Brenna’s breasts, running her soft hands over them, teasing the sensitive pink peaks between her fingertips, and again dropping down to lick and suck her.
She heard her own cries of joy and vaguely wondered if they echoed beyond the compartment but didn’t care enough to stop. Being pleasured by two people truly delivered twice as many hot delights and took her passions to incredible new heights. Her whole body undulated with desire, her breasts rising to meet Jenelle’s hands and mouth, her pussy driving upward to meet Damon’s skilled tongue. She’d lost control and felt as if she were being tossed about on a sea of pure pleasure, as if it battered her from all directions.
“Oh God, oh God,” she heard herself breathe. Now Damon sucked on her clit and even plunged two fingers inside her moisture. “Oh!” she sobbed at their hot entry, and then she fucked them, along with his mouth, still absorbing Jenelle’s hot licks across her nipples.
“Oh…oh God, baby—yes, yes.” She was so close to coming, and she almost didn’t even want to, because she wanted to keep feeling like this forever. But at the same time, as she looked past the fall of Jenelle’s coppery hair to where her lips closed over Brenna’s engorged nipple, her feminine hand cupping Brenna’s other breast, and down to Damon, whose gaze met hers even as his mouth was buried between her legs—she knew she couldn’t hold back. “Oh baby,” she purred, looking into those dark, sexy eyes.
She said nothing more. But at the same time, she thought she’d just said everything. I love this. I love you. I need you. Make me come. Make me come.
And then the climax ripped through her at the speed of light, pulsing wildly through her whole body, forcing her eyes shut, making her cry out even louder than before as the hot waves of pleasure carried her to someplace new—before finally lowering her back to the red velvet bed where she’d just indulged in the most scandalous encounter of her existence.
Jenelle was sweetly kissing her mouth, smiling sensually into her eyes, while Damon rained tiny kisses just above the dark curls covering her pussy, up to her navel.
“Mmm, was it nice?” Jenelle asked.
There were simply no words to describe what she’d just experienced. And now that the orgasm had let her come back down to earth, the whole thing felt…surreal. Her, with another girl? And Damon? At the same time?
But the return of sanity didn’t make it any easier to deny that she’d enjoyed the naughty indulgence more than she could