Page 159 of Unspoken Truths

“Fuck,” he curses, laying down next to us as he swallows hard. “You’re such a good girl, Lili is two seconds away from finger fucking her sweet cunt.”

My eyes nearly cross as I begin to do that, moaning as I tease Rachelle. I want her to beg for my fingers to fuck her too.

“Oh,” she moans, her hips rising off the mattress as I use a small amount of teeth on her.

I’ve found it’s easier to keep her with me this way, and she really fucking likes it.

“Lili, more,” she begs, but she’s not ready for that.

“You’re being so loud,” I tease her.

Nacio smirks, brushing his lips over hers, and my pussy fucking gushes. Watching them together may be one of my very favorite things.

“Do you still like my kisses, little sister?” he asks, making my pussy clench hard. Fuck.

The sound Rachelle makes tells me she’s done being teased.

“Kiss him, baby, and I’ll give you what you want,” I say.

Nodding, one of her hands moves to cup the back of his head to bring his lips back down to hers. Nacio devours her lips, sucking and licking them, almost mimicking what I’m doing as I push the fingers not currently in my cunt into her slick pussy.

Rachelle’s hips rise to meet me slowly, and while I like to pin them down, I can’t do that because she can’t see me. I want her to be completely in the moment. I’m also as close as she is to coming.

Nacio takes over squeezing and torturing her breast, reminding her to resume doing that, moaning as her pussy fucking weeps for us. I love how responsive she is, and I push a third finger into the both of us, my heart pounding as I wordlessly keen as I come.

Nacio swallows Rachelle’s cries, his hand on her breast moving to rub her side gently as she shudders.

“Does she wake you up like this every morning?” he finally asks as I sit up.

There’s a huge wet spot between us, and I bite my lip in embarrassment. Usually it doesn’t matter because it’s just us, but I don’t know what Nacio will say.

“Yes,” she says, struggling to regulate her breath as she slowly sits up.

His eyes follow down to the wet spot, chuckling as he sees it.

“Looks like I’m adding changing sheets every morning to my chores, Rachelle,” he says nonchalantly, sitting up. “What are your plans today?”

“Cleaning up a little and then going for a run, why?” I ask.

I wonder what he means by ‘his chores’. Is Rachelle some adorable femdom, making him clean up for her? Neither would need it since there are so many maids in the house.

“Can I go with you?” he asks. His cock is straining against his joggers, and I smirk at the sight. “Ah, I need to take care of this first. I’m so turned on, I doubt it’ll take very long.”

Imagining him fucking his fist makes my cheeks heat as I nod.

“I’m good with it,” I murmur.

“Me too,” Rachelle says softly, watching as he slips out, making sure to relock the door.

“Are you good, babe?” I ask, glancing over at her as I grab her hand.

Together, we get up to quickly rinse off together in the shower. It’s just easier after making this much of a mess.

“Yeah, I really am. I didn’t expect any of that,” she says.

“Neither did I, but it feels right, doesn’t it?” I ask her.

“It does,” she whispers, as if she’s in as much awe as I am.

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