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It’s her hands on me, enveloping my body and senses. But drowning in her isn’t enough. I need her in me more than I need another breath. “Pleasefuck me with your fingers. I need to feel you inside of me.” The words feel foreign, but she does what I need her to do.
She isn’t gentle with me either. When she finally breaches my hole, it’s what pushes my body over the edge. I’m clenching around her fingers and have instantly turned into a moaning, whimpering mess. She finds that spot inside me way too easily and with scary accuracy. My body calls out to her like a lighthouse does to ships lost at sea. She’s applying more and more pressure to my G-spot, and I fully relax for her. Coming to terms with someone else bringing me pleasure for once. I have to be in the perfect position to do any of this myself, and as her digits inside of me dance over my inner bundle of nerves, I feel her other hand move slightly. Before I know it, my eyes are crossing as she pinches my clit in between her fingers as it’s still getting pelted by the jet.
I’m already coming… from her barely fucking into me.
Pathetic.
But she doesn’t stop there.
Why would she? She has me in her hands, molding me to her liking, and I’ll be whatever sheneeds me to be if it means she keeps doing what she’s doing.
She spreads me back open, pumping in and out of me as she coos, “You tear apart for me so beautifully, Lylah.”
And I swear to all things holy, I’m about to meet God herself. Between just coming, the jet hitting my clit at the perfect pressure, and her two fingers working me with precision at every angle, then the fucking praise… Yeah, I’m a goner.
Grabbing the back of her head, I pull her lips to mine, needing to taste her, touch her, have her on my skin in any way I can. I don’t think I can blame the wine at this point. It’s just Tatum. She’s working my body over like she’s playing her favorite instrument, and all I can think about is giving this right back to her. The need to see her come undone for me is almost primal.
And that same thought is what has me screaming and coming on her hand once more. My cunt is way too sensitive to be up against the jet any longer, so I pull myself away as quickly as I can. “I don’t think you could get another orgasm out of me. She needs a break.”
She, as in, my greedy pussy that’s screaming,We can take another one, bitch.
“I bet I can pull one more out of those pretty lips.” She cups her hand over my center, and I’m quick to pull away.
My full attention is on her now. “It’s only fair if I get to see you lose yourself for me, too.” I almost chicken out, but I get the words out before I can second-guess myself. “Can you stand for me? I want to see you above me while I devour your cunt.”
She slowly stands, and the water running down her body glistens over her tattooed skin. My eyes don’t know where to look for the second time tonight, but they decide on what’s right in front of me.
Tatum’s plump, wet cunt.
My kryptonite.
TEN
BILLION DOLLAR BEGGING
TATUM
Lylah’s cunt weeped for me, multiple times. The wanton pink muscles clenched, gripping my fingers, and I couldn’t help the saliva that pooled on my tongue. I would've given anything to feel that same spasm around my tongue, taste what I know would be my new favorite flavor.
The cool bathroom air nips at my skin when I stand in the tub, only the bottom of my legs still feeling the warmth of our desecrated bathwater.
“Fuck, Bubbles, I need to pump first,” I breathe out, staring down at her glowing green eyes.
“Huh-uh,” she protests, making eye contact with my swollen clit that I know is peeking frombetween my labia. I can’t argue with my needs. I’m desperate. My core aches with the desire to feel her. Her tongue, her fingers, her thigh, fuck, her pussy against mine.
Anything.
“I’m full, baby, it’s starting to hurt.” Right on cue, the let-down springs back into action. There are so many hormones rushing through my body, I can’t even be surprised when milk begins running in two trails, dripping from my tits before meeting again and leaving a trail down my stomach. She doesn’t miss a second of it. She watches it drip, trickling past my belly button and down to the mound of my pussy. Nothing but awe in her gaze, and nearly in slow motion, I watch her tongue swipe over her lips.
I know what she’s thinking; we’ve all thought about it at some point, but she doesn’t think for long before her eyes connect with mine as she laps a trail from the top of my pussy up to my belly button, slurping what milk she can get off my skin.
If that’s not the most sensual thing I've ever seen, I don't know what is.
“Mmm, fuck. That’s sweet.” My knees nearly buckle under her sultry gaze while she licks her lips.
That, right there, I need more of that. My pussyand breasts alike are begging for relief, and I know just how I’ll get it.
“Up, in my bed, now,” I bark, and she obeys immediately. We both jump out of the bath and carefully tiptoe with wet feet across the tile, then onto the hardwood in my bedroom. A few steps ahead of me, her ass jiggles fucking perfectly with each little jump.
