Page 83 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
I cry out, my thighs tensing.
“C-coming,” I breathe, expecting him to let up, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he doubles down as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. I feel every pulse of my pussy as his tongue probes me and my lightheadedness pitches. My limbs feel loose as hefeastson me like I’m his favorite dessert, all the waythrough my orgasm, and I swear I feel another one culminating behind it.
“Wh-what about you?” I ask, breathlessly.
I know he’s got to be pressed right now, and I don’t want to leave him without release.
“I don’t need to come,” he says, but it’s the look in his eye that tells me he doesn’t mean it.
And I think about his words.
I’ll tell you to stop, but I don’t want you to stop.
I’m unfamiliar with this, but something inside me wants to try. Wants to give him what I know he needs, the same way he’s done for me.
It’s a mutual desire.
“I want you to,” I say, the words weak.
He looks at me, nodding.
“No,” he says carefully.
His hands pull my panties down to my ankles, and he slips them off as he kisses his way back up my inner thigh until his mouth finds my pussy again. His tongue circles my sensitive clit and I push him off.
“I thought you said I could have whatever I want,” I say as he looks up at me with glassy eyes. I glance down to see his hand wrapped around his cock, a sticky string of precum stretching to the comforter below us. He falls back onto the bed, and I watch his pupils dilate. “Said thatDaddywould give me whatever I want.”
His lips turn up in the corner slightly. So slightly I almost don’t catch it.
But that little twitch of his lips is enough to tell me he’s okay with this. More than okay.
He wants this.
Wantsme.Like this.
“Yes,” he breathes, and the sound is so hot I think I’m going to melt right here into the comforter.
Rest in peace, Nora. Dead from Flash’s dirty mouth.
“I told you you canuseDaddy however you want,” he says, biting his lip. “However youneed.”
I crawl forward, pushing him back as I straddle his legs the way he did over me. I look up at him, his hand still wrapped around his cock, and I carefully pull it away.
His gaze and the slight nod are all I need to understand he wants me to continue.
So I do. I grasp him carefully, getting used to the feel of him. He’s thicker than Brett, and I know I shouldn’t compare, but…part of me worries I’m going to literally choke. Not just on my nerves, but…
I am anything if not polite, and it’s only fair togiveback what Freddie delivered. So we’ll be even.
I flick my tongue out to lick the bout of precum collected at his tip and he groans. The sound is like music to my ears.
“Fuck, Nora…” he hisses as I suck and kiss the head tenderly, getting used to the feel, the taste of him. Salty, yet sweet.
Similar but different.
I slide my mouth over him as his hand finds my hair, his fingers slipping through the locks as he groans, faintly thrusting his hips. Like he wants to push me further, but thinks better of it.
