Page 90 of Kings & Carnage

I tipped her head to take our kiss deeper, using every stroke of my tongue to brand her with my name.

She belonged to all of us.

But somehow, she belonged to me alone too.

She slid her hands up my T-shirt, her fingers mapping a course over my chest. When she touched my nipple piercings and tugged, I growled into her mouth.

"Watch it, tiger. You're playing with fire.”

"Maybe I like playing with fire," she murmured against my lips.

I slid the sweater she wore around the house off her shoulders. “In that case, play away.”

She tugged again and my dick responded like a good soldier.

I lifted the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing her perfect braless tits. I took them in my hands, savoring the weight of her silken flesh, and rolled her nipples between my fingers.

It only made me more eager to touch the rest of her and I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of her loose boxer shorts and tugged them down.

"I need you naked," I murmured.

Her sweet little pussy was smooth as a baby's bottom after her day at the spa. I planted a kiss just above her clit and she threaded her hands through my hair and tightened her grip with a moan that made me want to dispense with the preliminaries, bend her over the bed, fuck a hundred of those little moans out of her perfect mouth.

"Don't you worry," I murmured, trailing kisses down her inner thigh, "I'm going to bury my face in that perfect pussy of yours.”

She lifted her feet and I pulled off her shorts and underwear, chuckling when I saw the wordSaturdayprinted across the ass.

"Feeling nostalgic?" I asked.

"They're surprisingly comfy," she breathed as I ran my hands up her legs.

I spread her pussy lips, relishing the view as I knelt between her thighs. It was like looking into the center of a perfect rose, her folds pink and wet with the dew of her desire.

My mouth watered and I rose to my knees to run my tongue all the way through the petals of her sex.

She gasped, tightening her hold on my hair, and I spread her wider to get access to her already-engorged clit.

I circled it with my tongue, loving the easy access but wanting even more.

"Put your leg on the mattress, tiger," I said.

She lifted her leg that was closest to the bed and her pussy opened for me like a cave of secrets.

"Fuck yes," I said, running my fingers through her folds. “Don’t you know by now that I want to see all of you?”

I smoothed my hand over her hairless mound and she moaned as I slid two fingers inside her.

"You're always so fucking wet, tiger.”

I leaned in to flick my tongue against her clit, using my piercing to stroke the swollen bud, and she tightened her hold on my head, making it clear I was right where she wanted me.

Lucky for me there was no place in the world I'd rather be than eating Willa's wet pussy while I finger-fucked her, except maybe burying my cock between her thighs.

I got harder thinking about it because that was the next order of business — just as soon as I made her come on my face. I fucking loved this position. I could see every inch of her, every sweet pink fold below the tiny seed of her clit.

She moved her hips with the rhythm of my fingers and mouth, grinding on my face, her hands still tangled in my hair.

I would've told her it wasn't necessary — that I had no intention of leaving until I'd made her come — but she was already close and I didn't want to break her momentum.

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