Page 20 of CurVy Baby

Quick pedal changes add intensity to the music between my ears, and then clusters of notes—minors—clash together. “You bruised my skin.”

I lick the blue and pink bruise, before glaring over my shoulder at Donnie as he pants on the bed beside us, his fingers looped together, cradling the back of his head.

He looks satiated. “Jealous?” He mocks, and I frown at him. Suddenly he sits up, fists my hair and drags my neck to his mouth, where he latches on and sucks to the point of pain. Then he releases me and pushes me back to her. “Now you match. You’re both mine. Make her better, Ty.”

I don’t mind her bruise anymore.

The music shifts to a major, notes slowing and smoothing together as I crawl down her lush, thick body to between her legs, where she is swollen and puffy.

“Poor Vallie Baby.” I push her thighs further apart, and she stirs, moaning and rolling her backside. “That looks like it hurts. I can make it better.”

I play my tongue over her clit.

Slow, feminine hands glide into my hair.

“Tyler.” She breathes my name in a long, gentle C-major flowing into an A-minor… Her sigh is soothing both of us. “My Tyler Baby. That feels so nice.”

She rocks her pussy to my tongue’s music as I play along the nerves I have mapped in my mind, trying to get her sigh-song to continue and build.

“Tyler’s here, baby.”

I keep my tongue and rhythm simple.

Slow—her gentle A-minor.

Light and flowing, I introduce a melody to my tongue, all the while never stopping or steering from the path of nerves.

She moans to my song.

Gradually, I increase the pressure. She responds, gifting me a gentle sigh that lifts in volume to match.

I swirl my tongue around her clit one way—arpeggio. I smoothly circle back the other way. Her moaning continues to the gentle attention, so I layer the harmony. I add a new dynamic to the play, sliding my finger inside her swollen lips so smoothly her flesh opens and forms around my tattooed digit as if it were missing from her wet, warm pussy all this time.

“Oh God, Tyler. How do you do that?”

My music’s red ribbons wrap around her. She begins to mewl around uncontrollably as I bring all the play together, my tongue, my finger, the perfect balance until she lifts her hips into my mouth and starts to squirt.

I am lost, licking her through her crescendo when I’m shoved from the mattress.

What the?

I hit the floor with a thud, shocked out of my damn mind. I was in the middle of a fucking song! The ivories all press down, my anger a weight on the sustain pedal in my mind.

Pushing off the floor, I peer across to see Donnie eating her pussy as she squirts and fists his dark hair.

I growl. “Fuck you, Donnie!”

He chuckles into her spasming pussy, a deep sound full of arrogant joy—a C-major-7.

CHAPTER NINE

VALLIE

“Donnie,” I complain, clawing at his scalp but loving the buzzing of my orgasm, a literal release that only Tyler can make me feel, so I don’t push Donnie away while his tongue extends the wonderful sensation. “You’re not fair to your brother. You bastard.”

“I’ll pay him back.” Donnie kisses my pussy a few times before pretending he doesn’t care. Standing, his cock slapping his thigh, wet from my juices. I slowly wake up completely, blinking around the room. I don’t remember passing out.

“How?” Tyler hisses, and his dark gaze causes me to sit up and pay attention.

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