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talkin’ and I’ll take great pleasure in turnin’ this heart-shaped ass rosy red, shug.”
Crap.
“Got any other protests?” Trevor asked.
She shook her head.
“Good. Turn her the other way so I can get my licks in, too,” Trevor said.
She was rolled to her left side and four solid smacks landed on her right buttock. “Now we’re even. Don’t make us get out the bullrope, Chan.”
The humiliation she thought she’d feel never came. What did that say about her?
Nothing, besides she’d never been wetter or more turned on in her life.
Strong hands gripped her ankles and jerked her body down until her stinging ass nearly hung off the end of the bed. Then a cool, wet tongue licked straight up the center of her pussy.
Her hips shot off the bed.
A warning growl sounded next to her ear.
Then the mouth on her sex began a full-out assault. That clever tongue wiggled deep inside her dripping cunt, licking her from the inside out. Then it zigzagged up to flick little whips of hot velvet across her distended clit. Her blood pulsed and gathered in that little nub, the orgasm danced close to the surface and then the possibility vanished as the teasing mouth trailed away.
Damn. She wanted to demand it return, but she wisely kept her lips pressed together.
Soft kisses circled her mound from the line of her pubic hair, to the crease of her thighs, back down to her vaginal opening. The circle of kisses became progressively smaller. Tighter. Wetter.
Channing tried not to writhe, or to grind her sex into that fleeting tongue. But when that hot, hungry mouth closed over her clit and her swollen pussy lips and began to suck them together, she flat-out screamed.
Two thick fingers shot inside and stroked that magical spot as the soft suctioning grew stronger and sent her soaring over the edge of reason and into a climax so extreme she forgot to breathe. She nearly passed out from lack of oxygen to her sex-addled brain.
Once the blood quit rushing in her ears and slowed to a dull throb between her legs, she slumped against the mattress.
A gravelly voice demanded, “Who?”
God. Was she really supposed to care who’d brought her to such an intense orgasm? Channing licked her lips and willed her head to quit buzzing.
“Who?” the demand was voiced again.
“Umm. Colby?”
“Very good, shug,” he whispered against her throat.
“No, you’re very good. That was the most—”
His mouth covered hers; she tasted the musky tang of her own juices on his tongue. Colby kissed her mouth; Trevor’s hands roamed over her until she squirmed from the erotic motions. Once Colby released her tingling lips from his, she whispered, “That was…please. I want more.”
“Are you supposed to be talkin’?”
“No.”
“Then hush up.”
The bed dipped. Hands and mouths left her body, leaving her bereft. Tears stung her eyes. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Ssh. Darlin, you’re fine. We planned on playin’ with you a little more, but the truth is, you’ve pushed us to the edge tonight and neither one of us is very good at waitin’.”
“We want you bad, girl.”
Channing smiled at the shaking note in Trevor’s voice. “What now?”
Trevor brushed his lips over hers. After twelve short hours she already knew the difference in their kisses, their individual tastes and shape of their mouths. “Now you get your wish to be with us both at the same time.”
Her satiation fled and her body seized up.
“Relax. No double penetration tonight, we need to ease you into it.” Trevor’s knees snugged against her armpits. He spread cool gel over her chest, then he pressed her breasts together tightly in his palms. “I’m dyin’ to slide my cock between these glorious tits.”
The slippery warmth of his hard shaft eased into the tight valley he created. With every glide, the tip of his cock bumped her chin.
He growled, “Angle your neck and lick the head.”
She complied, half-afraid she was doing it wrong, and
Crap.
“Got any other protests?” Trevor asked.
She shook her head.
“Good. Turn her the other way so I can get my licks in, too,” Trevor said.
She was rolled to her left side and four solid smacks landed on her right buttock. “Now we’re even. Don’t make us get out the bullrope, Chan.”
The humiliation she thought she’d feel never came. What did that say about her?
Nothing, besides she’d never been wetter or more turned on in her life.
Strong hands gripped her ankles and jerked her body down until her stinging ass nearly hung off the end of the bed. Then a cool, wet tongue licked straight up the center of her pussy.
Her hips shot off the bed.
A warning growl sounded next to her ear.
Then the mouth on her sex began a full-out assault. That clever tongue wiggled deep inside her dripping cunt, licking her from the inside out. Then it zigzagged up to flick little whips of hot velvet across her distended clit. Her blood pulsed and gathered in that little nub, the orgasm danced close to the surface and then the possibility vanished as the teasing mouth trailed away.
Damn. She wanted to demand it return, but she wisely kept her lips pressed together.
Soft kisses circled her mound from the line of her pubic hair, to the crease of her thighs, back down to her vaginal opening. The circle of kisses became progressively smaller. Tighter. Wetter.
Channing tried not to writhe, or to grind her sex into that fleeting tongue. But when that hot, hungry mouth closed over her clit and her swollen pussy lips and began to suck them together, she flat-out screamed.
Two thick fingers shot inside and stroked that magical spot as the soft suctioning grew stronger and sent her soaring over the edge of reason and into a climax so extreme she forgot to breathe. She nearly passed out from lack of oxygen to her sex-addled brain.
Once the blood quit rushing in her ears and slowed to a dull throb between her legs, she slumped against the mattress.
A gravelly voice demanded, “Who?”
God. Was she really supposed to care who’d brought her to such an intense orgasm? Channing licked her lips and willed her head to quit buzzing.
“Who?” the demand was voiced again.
“Umm. Colby?”
“Very good, shug,” he whispered against her throat.
“No, you’re very good. That was the most—”
His mouth covered hers; she tasted the musky tang of her own juices on his tongue. Colby kissed her mouth; Trevor’s hands roamed over her until she squirmed from the erotic motions. Once Colby released her tingling lips from his, she whispered, “That was…please. I want more.”
“Are you supposed to be talkin’?”
“No.”
“Then hush up.”
The bed dipped. Hands and mouths left her body, leaving her bereft. Tears stung her eyes. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Ssh. Darlin, you’re fine. We planned on playin’ with you a little more, but the truth is, you’ve pushed us to the edge tonight and neither one of us is very good at waitin’.”
“We want you bad, girl.”
Channing smiled at the shaking note in Trevor’s voice. “What now?”
Trevor brushed his lips over hers. After twelve short hours she already knew the difference in their kisses, their individual tastes and shape of their mouths. “Now you get your wish to be with us both at the same time.”
Her satiation fled and her body seized up.
“Relax. No double penetration tonight, we need to ease you into it.” Trevor’s knees snugged against her armpits. He spread cool gel over her chest, then he pressed her breasts together tightly in his palms. “I’m dyin’ to slide my cock between these glorious tits.”
The slippery warmth of his hard shaft eased into the tight valley he created. With every glide, the tip of his cock bumped her chin.
He growled, “Angle your neck and lick the head.”
She complied, half-afraid she was doing it wrong, and
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