Page 25 of Stitches

“You like when Church plays with your pussy, baby?” Ashes husked out, turning my head so he could kiss me.

I parted my lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. It was my answer to his question.

“Spread your legs wider for him,” Ashes whispered between kisses. “Open up so he can make you come, heaven.”

My heart banged a quick rhythm as I did as he said, letting my legs fall as open as I could get them. Ashes hefted me quickly, my back to his chest, causing Church to let out a frustrated growl. Carefully, Ashes put his knees between my legs and kept me spread me wide open. Church wasted no time getting to his knees between my legs and dragging my panties down. In moments, he was diving beneath my skirt, his mouth on my pussy, eating me while I squirmed and writhed in Ashes’s hold.

“There you go, baby. Show Dante how much you like him eating your pussy.” Ashes’s lips were at my ear, whispering all sorts of dirty things into it. “You feel his tongue on your clit? Feels good, doesn’t it? Show him how much you like it.”

I thrust my hips upward to meet Church’s mouth as he ate me out. He was taking his time, teasing me, making me feel like a pile of snakes were writhing in my guts.

“Tell him, baby. Tell him how much you want to come into his mouth. On his tongue. Tell him you want him to taste you on his lips for the rest of the day, so he knows your pussy belongs to him.” Ashes slowly unbuttoned my shirt while he continued murmuring in my ear, each button popping open making me squirm more.

With my blouse open, Ashes pushed the cups of my bra down and cradled my breasts, taking care to roll my stiff nipples between his index fingers and thumbs all while continuing to whisper to me.

“I can hear how wet you are when he fucks your pussy with his finger,” he murmured, his erection poking me in the back. “I love the way your pussy sounds when you’re turned on. Can you tell me what you want? More tongue? Fingers? Cock?”

My breathing hitched up a notch at his words.God, I wanted it all.I twisted my fingers in Church’s blond hair and tried to drag him closer to my pussy, but he laughed softly and put the brakes on, making me let out a pitiful huff of frustrated air.

“You have to tell me what you want,” Ashes said in a soft voice. “Tell me, baby, and we will make it happen. Anything you want.”

I wiggled a little in my seat, trying to jut my hips up to Church’s mouth, but he pulled away, his warm breath teasing my bare pussy.

Internally, I huffed and whined, desperate for my release.

“Tell me,” Ashes urged, his breathing heavy. “Please, baby. I need you to tell me.” He held his hand out to me, palm up.

I hesitated for a moment before I reached out and scrawled clumsy letters across his hand.

All.

Ashes laughed softly at my response. Church stared at him from between my legs, waiting for the answer.

“She’s greedy,” Ashes said, chuckling. “She wants all of it. Tongue. Fingers. Cock.”

“Then what do you say we give it to her?” Church’s green eyes flashed with that darkness I was becoming accustomed to.

Ashes smirked, turning my face to his and kissing me deeply. I let it happen, my insides feeling like they were fit to explode with excitement. Church tugged me away from Ashes and brought me to my feet. I stared up at him, wondering what he had in mind. As terrifying as it was, it was also exhilarating.

The night with them in the cemetery flashed through my mind.

“Follow,” Church murmured, leading me to the kitchen table. When we got there, he pushed my chest down over it.

I breathed heavier as he ran his fingers up my slit, my backside exposed to him from beneath the short Chapel Crest uniform skirt.

Then he dove in, eating me from behind.

A sharp gasp left my lips when his tongue infiltrated my senses, making my eyes roll back in my head.

Ashes threaded his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back so I could look at him. Church worked me over until I was nearly exploding. A soft whimper left me when Church pulled away, once again denying me my release.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” Church cooed, giving my ass a slap. I jerked on impact, my guts clenching. “Does our good girl want to come?”

I ground my teeth, frustration rushing through every fiber of my being.

Church bent so he was face to face with me.

“Specter, if you want to come, you’re going to have to tell me you do.Beg me.”

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