Page 14 of Bump in the Night
“I want to see this little kitten’s tits,” I grunt towardJohn.
I watch as John peels the shirt and bra down over Pumpkin’s big breasts.Jackpot.
Her nipples were just as I imagined – pink, tiny stiff peaks like the tips of wet strawberries. When John’s fingers tread over the buttons, she lets out a moan and then tries to stifleit.
“You can be as loud as you need, baby,” he growls against her mouth. “No one’s gonna hear. It’s only for us,Pumpkin.”
The party has reassembled outside the door and the music is loud. A sudden knock at the door rips the party out of thebackground.
“Stay the fuck away,” I snarl toward the door as I pull Pumpkin’s pussy toward my mouth. I remind her who she belongs to. “Now, let’s make this little kitty feelnice.”
Pulling apart her lips with my thumbs, I stroke her hooded clit with the underside of my tongue. I stiffen it and wrap it around her clit, slowly stroking a halo around her little hot button. I feel it pulse against my tongue and my cock lurches inresponse.
I send a low rumble through her body as I suction my lips around her clit, tapping my tongue against it. Her body begins to convulse and quiver and I push one finger against her opening, backing away from herbutton.
She is fuckingtight. Fucking her is going to be like threading the eye of aneedle.
“Why did you s-stop,” she chokes. I rake my hands up her legs to tease her. John’s hand glides down the front of her body, pulling the shirt and bra around her waist. His fingers land on her smooth mound, scissoring her clit between hisfingers.
“It excites us to see you beg, Pumpkin,” I say, tilting her chin. “You need to know who you belong to – and the more you beg, the more you’llknow.”
A veil of understanding passes over hereyes.
“Then, please – please give me what I want,” she begs. “Please.Stop torturingme.”
Her little body writhes against John’s broadchest.
“Jesus Christ, Pumpkin.” I don’t know if it’s a prayer or a curse. “You’re sexy when you’rehelpless.”
“I already know who I belong to,” she whimpers, her gaze never leaving mine, “I alwayshave.”
A lurching possessiveness hits my chest. It makes my world tilt on its axis. John and I share a darklook.
“You’ve always been ours, Pumpkin?Always?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Always.”
