Page 93 of My Summer Girl

“It is, because the thing she wants most is to ride your cock until you coat her cunt with your release.”

“Mierda,” I hiss, not realizing their mouth was dirtier than mine. Dulce’s eyes flare with arousal, her pussy leaking as she bites her bottom lip.

“You’re going to show me what you two got up to in that field,” Vex taunts, their eyes flaring with need. Reaching around her waist, their fingers dip between her thighs, spreading her wide before dragging them through her slickness.

Pulling their fingers back, the stickiness of her arousal stretches between their fingers. “You like the sound of that, dove. Don’t you?”

She lets out the softest whimper and nods. “Please.”

The way she begs is so pretty, her eyes wide, her body flushed, and her teeth digging into her lip. If I could hold this image in my mind forever, I would.

“Climb onto his cock.” She peers at them with a need that’s like a bratty misbehaving child. Their returning smirk is chilling, and when their palm connects with her breast, hitting right over her piercing, she moans.

Not cries out, not whimpers in pain, but moans as if it’s the best feeling in the world.

My body flushes and heats as she shakes a little, blinking up at Vex like they’re the reason pleasure exists.

“On his cock,” they growl, their command so terse that my cock leaks. A little bead dribbles over the side, nearly sliding down.

Their eyes connect with my erection and then my face. Approval and praise morph with a little lilt to their lips and that overtakes my entire attention. I never knew sexless moments could feel as pleasant as when I’m inside Dulce.

When our girl doesn’t move, their hand slides up her stomach, raking their nails over her. Little red marks rise as Vex cups her breasts. Then, when she’s relaxing into their palms, they pinch her nipples and roughly tug.

“Vex,” she breathlessly whispers, writhing and wiggling like she can get friction by doing so.

“It hasn’t been that long, love.” The term of endearment fits, and she lights up at it. “You’re being especially difficult. I thought you wanted a reward, hmm?” The ‘hmm’ comes out more like a hiss, one straight from the depths of their chest.

When she doesn’t argue, Vex’s head goes backward as a hearty chuckle escapes. Until this very moment, I didn’t understand.

They’re beautiful, their purple flesh displayed with ink and blood like some vicious creature. Gripping her hair at the base of her head, they drag her over to me. She smiles, the cruel and delicious expression one of absolute joy.

She wants them to be rough.

She needs this.

They don’t even try to get her to listen. Instead, they lift her meaty hips and raise her above my hardened cock.

Their eyes meet mine, and somehow, I know they want me to direct it inside her. Her smile grows wider, as if this is exactly what she hoped it’d be.

And when they slam her cunt down, sheathing her on me, I hiss. It’s half pain, half pleasure. The pain from not being able to come inside her right away.

My eyes close on their own accord, unable to hold back the impending release if I so much as note her heaving chest and desire-filled expression.

“Watch her, poppet,” Vex commands me, and I can’t look fast enough. She squeezes my length, and my balls tighten. “She’s going to warm that massive cock of yours. It’s something she’s really, really awful at.”

Their eyes glitter with amusement and I wonder what they mean. Wetness coats me, drips down my length as if a switch flicks.

“Our mate seems to have desperate tendencies, unable to hold back when she’s meant to warm our cocks.” They cluck their tongue when a mischievous expression takes over Dulce’s face. Turning their attention to me, they raise an eyebrow. “You’re not to come, poppet.”

Her bottom lip protrudes in a pout at that, and it’s so fucking adorable. She doesn’t even hide her hips moving and I can’t escape the tendrils of pleasure shooting straight through my groin.

“Fuck, don’t move,” I hiss.

She lifts the tiniest bit and Vex slaps her ass several times, tilting her chin toward them. “If you move on his cock, dove, I’ll make him come and force you to watch while tied up. You don’t want that do you?”

Vehemently she shakes her head. “I’ll be patient,” she promises, but there’s a glimmer of defiance on her face.

They grip her throat, leaning forward and taking her mouth like it's their only source of oxygen. “You’re such a naughty dove. I wish I had my clamps. I’d put them on these perky nipples, and your clit,” they say, reaching between her thighs and pinching.

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