Page 21 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
Easing his hand from her hair, he stroked it down her back until it rested on her arse, then gave it a gentle squeeze. He smirked at her quiet whimper. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Emily snorted. “Did you really just ask me if I want you to kiss my arse?”
He chuckled at her sass then spanked her, eliciting another groan, another wiggle of her hips that pushed her cunt against his cock and sent a shot of pure pleasure up his spine. “I can kiss your arse if you like,” he said, “but I’d rather eat your pussy.”
That sweet blush bloomed over her cheeks again and she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, please.”
“On your feet, baby,” Dane instructed, then helped her get in position, straddling Eric’s head, facing his feet.
“Are you sure he won’t suffocate?”
“Meh.” He could hear the shrug in his brother’s voice. “If he dies, he dies.”
“That’s not very reassuring,” she grumbled, hovering over him, denying him his prize.
“Sounds like someone needs another reminder about who’s in charge,” Eric said, then gripped her thighs in both hands and forced her body down over his face.
Sinking his teeth into her fleshy thigh, he revelled in her yelp, then soothed the ache with his tongue. Over and over he did that, avoiding her pussy, driving the anticipation higher until she relaxed into position, wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock and took him into her mouth.
The warmth of her body enveloped him, her thick thighs the most luxurious pillows he’d ever rested his head on. Her body pressed along his, the softest of blankets. But her mouth was a different kind of heat, wet and greedy and all consuming. And when she slid her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft, and flicked it around the head of his cock, his brain turned to mush.
“Fuuuck,” he breathed, then reciprocated the action, matched her enthusiasm and went to town on her cunt.
“Fuck, yes,” Dane growled from somewhere beyond them, then the bed dipped and moved as his brother joined them. Suddenly Emily’s head has yanked off his cock, and Eric could hear Dane’s breathing change. His little brother had stolen his prize for himself.
He would call him a selfish prick but that wasn’t the way they worked.
What was his, was theirs, and he knew Dane felt the same.
Always had, always would.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock. Such a good girl.” Then he heard a wet pop and her mouth was back on him. “Such a good girl,” Dane crooned. “Suck his cock, Emily. Make him come.”
Eric flicked his tongue against Emily’s clit then sucked it between his lips. He pinched and he bit and he soothed. He stroked and he licked and he teased until her body quivered and tightened, until her hips bucked and she fucked his face and yelled his name.
“Eric, fuck yes!”
He continued licking and sucking until she started to squirm, until the sweetness that was Emily Berringer stopped running down his chin.
“Get on your back, baby.” Dane helped manoeuvre their girl into position once more then tossed Eric a condom. “Age before beauty,” he said with a wink, then went back to devouring Emily with his eyes, stroking her ankle, her leg, with loving affection.
“We’re going to fuck you now,” Eric said. Crawling over the top of her, he propped himself up on his arms and stared down at her, drank in her pretty blue eyes and flushed skin, memorised the plump curve of her shy smile, the faint pattern of freckles on her cheeks. “Is that okay?”
Emily nodded enthusiastically.
“Say it,” Dane demanded, his voice heavy with lust.
Her throat bobbed and she wet her lips as her gaze danced between them. “Yes, I want you to fuck me. Both of you. I want that very much.”
Eric didn’t need to hear another word. He fisted one hand around his cock and guided himself home, sank into his lover’s willing body to the hilt then threw back his head and groaned. “So fucking good.”
When he looked down at Emily again, her eyes were hooded and her teeth held her bottom lip hostage. Using his thumb, he freed her lip then bent his head and took her mouth again, only softer, less urgent. He let himself indulge in the teasing way she plucked at his lips with her own, the way her tongue slow-danced with his, and all while he moved inside her.
While he made love to her.
Emily buried her face in the crook of his neck, nipped and sucked on his skin. Moaned his name and wrapped herself around him. He was lost in her, in the feel of her wet heat, the smell of skin. Then she raked her fingernails across his arse, leaving stinging trails in their wake and spurring him to fuck her faster. Harder.
Moving to his knees, Eric gripped Emily under her thighs and pulled her to him, slammed their bodies together over and over as he fucked her with bruising need.
