Page 122 of Sinister Legacy
Or maybe my cunt soaks through the expensive fabric?
I don’t know anymore.
All I know is that it feels good. The heat of her mouth through the fabric. The bite of her nails on my thighs.
“We can’t tell anyone about this,” she says, hooking a finger in the lace and pulling it aside.
I spread my legs as wide as I can, my pussy on full show. “Friends don’t do this.”
“Maybe we were never friends?”
She licks me then, and the reply on my tongue dies a swift death. Madison feels different from King and Liam. The prickle of a beard is absent, and she’s patient in a way boys are not. She enjoys this. She enjoys bringing me pleasure.
My eyes drift closed as she licks and sucks and nibbles on my pulsing cunt. Pleasure builds in my core until I’m panting and fisting the sheets and her raven hair—anything I can reach.
“That’s it, Keira,” she whispers against my clit while teasing my tight hole with a finger. “Let me have you.” She sinks a finger inside slowly until it’s knuckle deep. It disappears just as fast, and she climbs up my body, shoves down the front of her boyfriend jeans, and shuts me up with a hard kiss.
I’m stretched to the limit, confused as fuck for a brief second, before she whispers into the kiss. “You like cock, Keira. I want to fuck you like King does.”
I lift my head and stare down between our bodies, at the pink strap-on dildo buried deep in my cunt.
She slides out, slams back in, and steals another kiss.
I’m so confused and so unbelievably turned on by this.
“Is this how King fucks you?” she whispers, finding a rhythm. The bed creaks as she grabs hold of the bed frame and takes me harder. The way King would.
“He fucks you hard, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” I choke out, clenching around the dildo.
“I have always fantasized about what you look like when he fucks you. Or when Liam fucked you. The reality is even better.” She grabs my face, slides her fingers down my throat, and holds me like that, my chin clutched in her palm while she pounds into me.
I wonder briefly what it’s like for her. If she can feel any pleasure at all. Or if she gets off on the power.
Madison always seemed meek to me.
Quiet even.
A people pleaser at heart.
I’m sweating in my wool sweater, and so is she in hers. Strands of her black hair stick to her temple.
“What’s your favorite position?” she asks, removing her fingers from my mouth.
“From behind.”
Madison flips me over on my front and enters me from behind. “You have a perfect ass.”
I wonder what we look like.
What King would think if he saw this. Would he be jealous?
Straightening up, Madison pulls me up by my hair until her soft tits are against my back. She fucks me like that, rough, hard, and deliciously dirty.
Her hand snakes beneath my sweater and bra to palm a breast. “You like to be fucked like this, Keira?” She enunciates it with a hard thrust, and I moan my response.
Maybe I’ll regret this later when I realize what we did.
