Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [80]
“Oh!” Jenelle finally cried. “Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!” Her whole body undulated madly, fucking Damon’s mouth as she screamed, and Brenna knew people beyond the curtain had to have heard that, but she still didn’t care.
Until finally Jenelle ceased moving, going completely still and looking utterly beautiful—even spent, with her dress bunched at her torso, her arms flung back over her head. “Oh my God,” she said, more softly now. “That was so damn good. You two have no idea how much I needed that.”
Damon, his white shirt slightly rumpled now but otherwise looking hot as ever, rose to his knees between the two reclining girls, sensually running one hand up each of their thighs. “You two were fucking amazing,” he said, heat sparkling in those dark eyes.
“Damon,” Jenelle said, almost as if he were being silly, “your tongue was fucking amazing.”
He only laughed, but Brenna bit her lip in wholehearted agreement, remembering exactly what it felt like to have it swirling over her clit. Yet then she realized they were tossing around the word “was” here, and she peered up at the man she’d fallen for. “We’re not done, are we?”
He lowered his chin, arching a speculative brow. “You don’t want to be done?”
She shook her head and, without weighing her words, said exactly what was on her mind. “I want your cock.”
His expression darkened as he pointed toward the enormous bulge in his pants. “It’s right here.”
She bit her lip, needing desperately to give him as much pleasure as he’d given both her and Jenelle with his oh-so-skilled tongue. And as she reached for his belt, she peered up into his eyes and said, “Now it’s your turn, baby. Get ready.”
Five
Brenna wasted no time extracting Damon’s cock. Because even if she had learned to enjoy fooling around with a women, she still needed a man to reach real, true fulfillment—this man.
She and Jenelle both sighed when they saw it, all strong and long and hard, the tip glistening with pre-come, the shaft pink and veined. She hadn’t thought ahead to what she would do with Damon’s majestic erection—she’d only known an abject yearning for it.
She ran her hands over his length, from bottom to top and back again, gently cupping his balls underneath, unduly pleased to hear his rough breath above her and feel his eyes boring through her.
But very soon, it seemed there was only one thing to do to make this night complete, and fair—so she looked over the head of his cock to Jenelle, who sat waiting patiently, and said, “Lick him with me.”
Jenelle smiled, and Damon growled. And Brenna again knew the satisfaction of making the forbidden a reality.
While Brenna held the base of Damon’s shaft, she and Jenelle both delicately, sensually licked their way up the sides, as if sharing a large Popsicle. It was at once shocking and arousing to see another woman, that close, at Damon’s cock, but like before, arousal overrode jealousy, and soon she and Jenelle were exchanging light tongue kisses around his erection even as they pleasured him.
Although Brenna couldn’t bear to wait long before taking him in her mouth—after licking the dot of fluid from the tip, she lowered her lips over the rock-hard column of flesh, relishing the groan that echoed from Damon above. Jenelle fondled his balls as Brenna moved up and down, making him wet, letting him fill her throat—energized by his small, slow thrusts and his hand in her hair.
“Ah, yeah,” he said, his voice wafting down. “Suck me. Suck my cock.”
When Brenna tired, she offered the shaft to Jenelle, who didn’t hesitate to lick her lips and go down on him, as well. Jenelle worked quicker, more ravenous and less sensual—and Damon adjusted his thrusts, making them faster, harder. “Suck it,” he said, low and demanding. “Suck it.”
Brenna felt somehow as if she’d ascended to another plane—where all that mattered was pleasure, where no rules or taboos existed. And when Damon’s eyes met hers, she knew