Page 47 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Yes.” She gave without hesitation what both of us wanted.
Elijah reached for her with trembling hands, and Dakota lifted her hips in offering.
She whimpered, and he growled as he slowly peeled the leggings down her legs, revealing her pink, glistening pussy. Her sweet aroma flooded my nose, and I ripped at the final button, yanking Elijah’s shirt wide.
He showed more restraint than I, gently pulling the spandex off Dakota like she was a gift, an old vintage wine to be savored.
The second he released her second foot from the leggings, I pressed her thighs wide with zero resistance on her part, my own legs keeping her spread for both their pleasure.
Fixated on her pussy, Elijah shifted back enough to lean his torso on the couch and slid his hands beneath her ass, both of his pinkies caressing my hard-as-fucking-nails dick pressed against her backside. I groaned, and he sniffed her pussy like she was a glass of fine wine. Rather than sipping a mere taste as I expected, he growled and dove into her hole like a starving animal, gathering up her wetness to swallow down like her arousal was the sustenance his body craved.
Every wet smack of his lips, every gasp and moan from my writhing wife as he lapped at her slit was like a shot of adrenaline to my overheated blood.
Yes.
I groaned the whispered word in my head and rubbed my cock against the back of Elijah’s hands as he clasped her plump cheeks.
I’d never come without direct stimulation before, but goddamn if I didn’t feel like my nuts could erupt from the friction of the shorts rubbing against me.
Why?
Why the fuck had I waited so goddamned long to get this show on the road? I should have spoken up sooner—we could have been doing this shit for days on end, lost in a haze of sex and cum, sated libidos and empty balls that would be more satisfying than me and my wife going at it like a couple of bunnies.
Elijah’s low groans and throaty growls over my wife’s taste filled my ears. His scent brought a potency of arousal the likes I hadn’t known existed.
And I was fucking here for it.
Dakota’s breath caught, and I jerked open my eyes, not having realized I’d closed them, lost in the waves of desperation for completion pulsing through the air around us.
I pinched both of her nipples, parting her breasts so I could better see Elijah’s head against the milky whiteness of her legs. She had her hands tangled in his hair, her thighs now pressed tight against his ears.
He lathed up through her pussy with his tongue, circled her clit, and latched onto the protruding nub.
“Going to c-come.” Dakota half-choked on the word, her body tensing with a telltale sign she approached climax.
“Give it to him, baby.” I pinched her nipples hard enough to send the sting down to her clit she’d claimed to like. “Come on his tongue—give him a taste of how sweet you are.”
Her knuckles went white where she clutched Elijah’s dark hair.
“Oh, fuck!” She shrieked and bowed in my arms, breath catching between groans while riding out her release.
His low moan, the sight of his ass flexing as he humped the air had me clenching my jaw to keep from blowing my load in my shorts.
“So fucking sexy,” I hissed through teeth, my balls tight against my groin, the throb fucking unbearable.
I heaved for breath, my ears ringing, body strung to the point of explosion as Dakota finally relaxed against me, loosening her hold on Elijah.
I wanted to fuck my wife.
I wanted Elijah to fuck me.
He shifted back into his seat, creating distance I lusted to leap forward and close.
Our gazes clashed, and I swear to fucking god, the black of his pupils swirled, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck beyond my need to come—lick my wife’s cum off his full lips.
Dakota slid off my lap and kneeled on the floor before I could decide how I would find release. Her gaze moved from my face to Elijah’s, and I recognized the hunger in her eyes.
I stood over her and shoved my shorts to my knees with one vicious push. My gaze flitted down to her still-pebbled nipples flanked by the sides of Elijah’s shirt while palming my cock. “We’re going to come all over your gorgeous tits, baby,” I rasped, my voice ragged with want for so many things I couldn’t fucking fill my lungs.
