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Her skin is spice and musk and I can’t even smell that void of her blocker. I can just smell her, like she’s fucking destroyed it.
Somewhere in the haze of my mind I realize she’s close to going into heat. But I don’t stop. I don’t take the warning. I ignore it as I turn to the next breast and I rip at her skirt, the way she rocks on my thigh sanity destroying.
I lower my leg as I push my hand up along her thigh, the panting keening sound from her spurring me on.
Her panties are wet and I don’t give a fuck as I lift my head and plunder her mouth again, kissing her the way I want to fuck her; within an inch of her life.
Wet and hot and pushing against me with that sweet cunt.
I pull the panties aside and thrust two fingers into her, fucking her with them, rubbing her clit.
She’s so fucking tight. Virginal and it’s both a gift and a damned shame. She’s untouched because she’s ours. And we’re going to have to teach her everything as Iris hasn’t had a head start.
With each thrust her cunt clenches at my fingers like it wants them deeper, like it yearns for my cock, like it has a life of its own.
And she rocks harder, little tremors building, building. And I break the kiss, holding her chin so I can thrust into her, keeping to the beat, and watch her.
Each expression is fucking pure gold. Lust and need and shock. The waves of pleasure she’s never felt.
She suddenly shudders, shattering, and I kiss her, swallowing her cries.
When she goes saggy, soft, her legs giving way, I drink her in, hair completely mussed, breasts reddened, wet, and my fingers are still moving in her, beneath her dress.
What we’re doing is obvious to anyone observing and I look over. Yeah, Xavier can definitely see.
I slow the thrusting down to ride those final trembling waves of her orgasm. “No one will ever fuck you, Iris, the way we’re going to fuck you.”
With that, I pull my hand free and lick and suck my fingers. Her slick is addicting. The most delectable thing I’ve ever had.
I suck my fingers some more and feed one to her, the startled look in her eyes turn soft as I dip it in to that other wet orifice I’ve sampled, and my cock gets even harder.
“Fucking sweet as candy. You can try her yourself if you’re willing to get on your knees and ruin that suit.”
She stops sucking and clutches her top, holding it together as she cries, “Who?—”
Xavier puts his big hand on her shoulder and she visibly relaxes. Then she stiffens again, coming down to land back in reality as her hand crosses her exposed breasts and she flicks a wild glance from him to me and back again. “Oh my god. Who saw me?—”
“Just Xavier, he’s blocking the way. You’re lucky.” I lean in. “Because I don’t give a fuck who sees. And we’re having you. Sooner, not later.”
Then I step back.
He gives me a mild look.
The big guy, ever the gentleman when it counts, drapes his jacket over her shoulders to cover the rips.
“What am I doing?” she whispers.
“Taking a taste of the Lower Side life, Icy,” I glance at Xavier. “He says they’re looking for you.”
Her mouth rounds as she fumbles and pulls out her phone. “Oh shit. What am I going to do?”
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