Page 110 of Unwrapping Deviance

One of the women barks a howling laugh that makes my brat flinch. Her ascend falters, pauses just across her breasts, across the nipples so I’m tormented by the spongy undersides.

I push her hands up the rest of the way. I can’t wait anymore.

“Hold. Don’t let go,” I tell her before dropping my head and sinking my teeth into the supple mounds. Into the underside she teased me with.

Her cry is caught by my hand, but she’s not fighting. She’s not stopping me. Her wild, dark eyes stare into mine, begging without words as I take her nipple in my mouth and suck. I palm the other breast, rolling the nipple there until my baby is shifting and wiggling and making weak little noises of need.

I keep her mouth covered, stealing her deep moans of my name as I take my fill of her. As I drive her so close she’s thrashing under me.

She makes a desperate, pleading sound that I ignore. It could be a protest, but I have her breasts filling my palm. Her nipples, sweet and pink are caught in my mouth, pinched between my fingers. I suck and lick until her sounds are weak whimpers.

“Quiet, Mira. I won’t stop if anyone comes to see what all that noise is. They can watch as I fuck the shit out of your cunt and you cum screaming.”

To prove it, I remove my hand off her mouth and leave her to control herself. I know it’s a lot to ask. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that Mira isn’t a quiet lover. She’s not distractingly loud either, but she’s vocal. A trait I fucking love about her. I love that she tells us what she wants and needs.

But the way Daniel and I play, she’s going to have to learn to muffle herself unless she wants to put on a show.

“Christian, please,” she whines barely above a whisper. “Wait. They’ll hear.”

I ignore her. I ignore the chatter a few feet away. I ignore everything, except the tiny creature splayed before me. Naked. Helpless. Pussy wet. Body mine to do with what I want.

She’s watching me with such aching, her shirt a twisted rumple over her chest that she’s still gripping with fierce determination.

But they don’t stay there when I scoot down, tongue leaving a damp trail down the center of her quivering belly.

“Christian...”

Her fingers are in my hair, tugging while her hips lift as if her mind and body can’t agree on what to do.

I choose for her. I clamp my hands between her thighs, wrenching them open wide around my shoulders. My face. Her gasp fades with the first sweep of my tongue up the most delicious pussy I’ve ever fucking tasted.

Oh my God.

“Fuck!”

The snarl tears out of me with a vicious hunger I can’t contain. I can’t get deep enough. Can’t clean her sweetness fast enough.

I suck her lips. Her clit. I thrust my tongue into her tiny opening until her back is practically bowed in half and she’s ripping at my hair.

“Christian, no. Wait. Stop...” she keeps sobbing, but is pressing my face deeper into her cunt. “Oh God, please ... wait...”

I fill her with my fingers, catch her clit with my lips. I work her velvet walls with two fingers, finding the groove and pressure that sends Mira’s heels digging into the dirt. Her hold on my hair tightens. Her knees fling open and I try to hide my smirk.

“You have to stop!” she cries, pussy grinding into my mouth.

“Give me one good fucking reason, brat!” I bark, thrusting deeper, pumping harder.

Mira snarls through her teeth, eyes squeezed tight as her climax edges.

“Daniel came in me,” she wheezes, hips bucking against my face, riding my fingers. “He came ... he came inside my...”

“I said a good fucking reason.”

My brat swears viciously. “His cum is in my pussy, Christian. You’re ... fuck! I’m cumming!”

Fuck the hikers.

Fuck everyone.

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