Page 10 of Boo-ty Calls
“Ah, no, baby girl. Too bad your little bitch didn’t want to play. He could be sucking your clit right fucking now while I slideinto you.”
Sloane moans and bites her lip. “Fuck, when can I cum?”
Mason pulls out of her and grabs the pillows from the bed before laying them on the floor in front of me.
I glance at Sloane, but she doesn’t make eye contact. His dick is covered in her pleasure, and I remember the times I’ve licked it clean before making her scream over my tongue.
“On all fours, let’s show him what he’s missing.”
She does everything he says, and I watch while her tits sway as he slams into her.
“Why’d you have to be such a sissy today? I need your tongue on my clit, and you ruined it.”
Mason grips her hips tightly and slows his thrusts before she can come, and her frustrated groans fill the room. His hand smacks her ass as he leans back before thrusting into her hard, fisting her hair. He lifts her head to look at me.
“Tell him what you want.”
“Crawl to me, I want you to watch how he makes me cum all over his cock.”
I crawl a short distance, and he quickens his thrusts until she’s begging to release, her muscles tense, and she thrusts back against him.
“Soak my cock,” he grunts.
Sloane stills as the orgasm runs through her body, and she closes her eyes as she screams out.
Without touching myself, my dick explodes in my pants, and I whimper.
“You ruin everything. Go sit and shut your fucking mouth. I’ll punish you later, you pathetic loser.”
Sitting watching her get fucked with wet sticky pants is uncomfortable, but I know I’ve fucked up and worry about it. Each word from her lips keeps my dick hard, even after what just happened, and I look away from them.
Five
Sloane
Archer pisses me off. He knows better than this.
I glare at him as Mason’s girthy cock fills me and I can’t handle the pleasure coursing through me.
“Can I cum again, sir?”
His fingers tighten on my skin. “Not yet, hold it for me.”
Ecstasy shoots through my body, and I ache to touch my clit. I’ve had several orgasms, but I need more, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Mason pulls out of me suddenly, and his fingers slide inside, fucking me while he rubs me with his other. I’m not going to last, and an overwhelming feeling covers me.
I look at Archer, but he’s not even watching. “Look at me, watch him make me cum.”
“Do you need a better look?” Mason asks breathlessly as he continues to play me like a fiddle.
Archer looks back at us, his gaze moving from my face to what Mason is doing.
“Now, baby.” Mason continues to play until everything inside of me snaps, and I let it all go. I squirt all over the place as he pleasures me further, and I can’t relax from one orgasm before I’m falling off the edge into another.
My body continues coming as he rubs me, and I fall forward on the pillows. “I’m sorry,” I tell Mason.
“Such a good fucking girl, soaking everything. My perfect little water park.”
