Page 93 of Naughty & Nice

“She’s not the only one,” Hendrix grunts as his fingers find purchase in my hair again, gently pushing me down onto his dick. “Make her scream, Wild.”

I suck in a sharp breath through my nose as a pair of hot hands land on my hips.

Oh god.

A whimper rumbles in my throat as a warm stream of air blows across my pussy. My back arches further as I offer myself up to him.

This is wrong. So fucking wrong.

But also… so right.

I work Hendrix, trying to focus on his pleasure over my own. But it’s hard. Really freaking hard.

“If you stop sucking, I’ll stop licking,” Wilder warns. “You got that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, pulling off Hendrix for a second.

“Good. Let’s see who can hold out the longest.”

“Wilder,” I squeal when he licks up the length of my pussy.

I’m so sensitive from Rix already. I don’t think there’s going to be much competition over who’s going to fall first.

“Get to work, Elle. You only get yours if Rix is getting his.”

“How very selfless of you.”

Wilder chuckles darkly. “For now,” he mutters before latching onto my clit and making me scream. Although the sound is soon cut off when Rix thrusts his dick between my lips.

I try to focus, I really, really do. But Wilder’s tongue…

Rix was good. Really good. But Wilder’s experience shines through and in only minutes, I’m trembling from head to toe, desperately trying to hold off the inevitable.

Every few seconds, I remember that I’m supposed to be doing something and I suck on Rix’s dick, but it’s a pathetic attempt at best.

I guess it’s a good thing that Wilder can’t see how badly I’m doing or he’d stop.

“Come for us, Noelle,” Rix demands.

My eyes fly open and I look up at him.

His jaw is clenched tight, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes are almost entirely black.

He looks downright dangerous.

The sight of him being so turned on by this is the final straw and I shatter, coming all over Wilder’s face as Rix watches.

“Good girl,” he whispers as I ride out every inch of pleasure.

Wilder pulls back, leaving my pussy clenching around nothing as the tail of my release fades away, and I shriek when he suddenly spanks my ass.

“Always the quiet ones,” he mutters to himself before pushing to his feet and walking around the coffee table, where I’m still hovering over Hendrix’s hard dick.

Wilder has lost his shirt, and I feast on inches upon inches of tanned and toned skin.

I swallow nervously as he pushes his hand into his shorts, squeezing his dick.

“But I think you’ve got more in you.”

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