Page 44 of Ready to Score

Jade started to shake her head, the need to deny clear in her eyes, even as it battled with the desire to give in to what she really wanted.

“You want me,” Franny whispered, eyes locked on the other woman’s plump lips. “Just admit it. Admit you want me, and I’ll walk out of h—”

Then there were hands on her waist, pushing and pulling her away and spinning her body around until she was being urged to jump up and sit on the edge of the sink. Jade maneuvered between her thighs, and their mouths were pressed together so comfortably it was as if they’d never stopped kissing in the first place.

“I don’t know what the fuck you do to me,” Jade said, pulling away too soon to bite and lick at the warm skin of Franny’s jaw. “No one has ever…”

“Me either,” Franny gasped as that warm tongue ventured down to her neck. She was still sticky from the rum and Coke, but Jade seemed to be lapping it up happily.

Jade nipped at the skin of her chest, just above her breasts. “Oh God…” she moaned, spreading her legs farther, searching for any kind of friction.

“Can I take them out?” Jade asked her.

“I’ll die if you don’t.”

Without a bra, it was quick maneuvering for Jade to pull her tits out of her shirt; she didn’t even have to take it off before her dark nipples were bare and ready. Jade’s tongue was on them the second they touched the air, gently biting at one while rubbing the other with her thumb.

Franny writhed above her as if she’d never been touched. Her ass no doubt bruising from the uncomfortable porcelain sink, she still couldn’t think of a single place she’d rather be.

Jade pulled back and looked up at her, eyes blazing. “You want to show me how wet you are?”

Before she could even get any words out, Franny’s fingers went to the button of her pants, popping it open and shoving them halfway down her thighs. She wore a pair of little see-through black panties, very different from her day-to-day underwear. She was glad that she’d had the foresight to dress for the occasion, because Jade’s reaction to them only made Franny’s pussy flood even more.

“Touch me,” Franny begged.

“I’m touching you now,” Jade mumbled around her nipple. She’d cleaned Franny’s chest completely with her tongue.

“My pussy, Jade. Touch my pussy.”

Jade panted, but apparently found herself just as desperate. One of her hands slowly trailed down Franny’s belly, taking a second to circle around, then dip into her belly button. By the time that hand reached the edge of her panties and slipped inside, sliding through her soft curls until they found her clit, Franny was ready to explode.

Jade’s fingers had barely circled her four times before her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. She’d been so wound up for so long that her pussy pulsed and wetted even more as she reached out to cling to the shoulders of the woman touching her.

“What the fuck,” she muttered, her thighs tense as she started to come down.

“Are you always this sensitive?” Jade asked her.

“No,” Franny panted. “This is all your fault.”

Jade’s finger stopped its circling to go farther down her slit, collecting her juices and sliding into her sensitive entrance. “I want you to give me another one, Francesca.”

Franny threw her head back against the mirror, trying to spread her thighs wider but hindered by the presence of her pants. It was incredibly hot that they were doing this here, in some filthy clubbathroom where anybody could find them, but she also wished that they were in bed. That way, they could take their time, spread out, touch, and taste every inch of each other.

“More,” she begged, “give me more.”

“You want another finger?” Jade’s voice was rough.

Franny nodded.

“Greedy fucking pussy,” Jade growled, sliding her index finger into Franny, scissoring the two to open her up more before she started fucking her with them in earnest.

Their mouths connected again, sloppy and rough as Franny started to move her hips against Jade’s fingers. Franny bit down on Jade’s bottom lip, forcing her to hiss, then curl her fingers upward in retaliation. Franny’s resulting moan was loud enough to shake the walls, but Jade made no attempt to shush her. Instead, she grinned wolfishly and repeated the action.

“My clit, Jade. Please touch my clit.”

“Hush,” Jade said, her come-hither motions making Franny’s pussy gush. She was so wet she could see streams trailing down the other woman’s wrist. It was an incredible thing, to see and smell the evidence of her desire so clearly. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You’re killing me,” Franny groaned.

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