Page 89 of Naughty & Nice

“She likes that,” I assure him, encouraging him to continue. Not that he looks like he needs it as he switches to the other side.

While he goes to town cleaning her up, I lift the cooling marshmallow to her lips, feeding her.

She’s a little more distracted compared to when I fed her earlier, and in the end, I take a bite and let her steal it from my lips.

Hot. As. Fuck.

No sooner has she swallowed it do I thread my fingers into the back of her hair and drag her lips to mine, kissing her as Rix sucks on her nipples.

Now this is how you fucking celebrate Christmas.

She moans into our kiss, and if it’s possible, it makes me even harder.

“Oh god. More,” she begs the second we part.

“Yeah?” I ask breathlessly as I stare into her blown eyes.

She swallows almost nervously before both of us look down at Rix.

He pauses, his lips hovering just above her left tit.

“Give her more, Rix,” I instruct.

His mouth opens and closes as he thinks.

Moving the marshmallow back to her body, I draw a line from between her tits all the way down her stomach. Hookingmy feet around hers, I give her little choice but to spread her legs and keep going, showing Rix exactly where he needs to be.

“You eaten your girl out yet, Bro?”

Rix’s eyes dart to mine. There’s now a little fear there with the unfiltered desire.

I’ll take that as a no, then.

“Strip her,” I demand, allowing her legs to close again to make it easier for him.

His eyes hold mine for another second before he looks at her, waiting for her permission.

It takes her a moment, but she nods her head and whispers, “Please.”

Without missing a beat, Rix drops to his knees and eagerly tucks his fingers beneath the waistband of Noelle’s shorts.

He drags both them and her panties down her legs, and the moment he’s unhooked them from her ankles, he reaches for her tank that’s bunched up around her waist and pulls that from her body as well.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe when she squirms self-consciously on top of me. “So fucking hot. Can you feel how hard I am?” On the off chance she can’t, I roll my hips, ensuring I poke her in the back.

“Yeah,” she whispers.

“Rix is too. He wants you so fucking bad. You want him too, don’t you?” I ask as I drag her legs apart again.

“Yes.”

“How wet is she, Rix?” I ask, giving him little choice but to stare right at her pussy.

His throat ripples as he swallows.

She might only be illuminated by candlelight, but he can see more than enough to tell how much she needs this.

“Really wet,” he rasps.

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