Page 76 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“London and I have two cherries you can binge on.” Jenna reaches over, steals a cherry, and then slips it between my lips. I suck on the sweet little piece of fruit for a moment before chewing it up and swallowing it down.

“You do both have cherries I love to binge on,” I agree lasciviously.

“Then what are you waiting for?” London purrs, rubbing my chest and pulling at my nipple ring.

“Not a damn thing.” I slide down the mattress to make myself more comfortable. My two little sexy sirens prowl all over me, Jenna running her tongue down my torso, London running hers up my neck. My cock strains and twinges with want. My body clamoring for both women.

I gladly hand over total control as London traps my head between her thighs and Jenna swallows my throbbing cock. My insides tear apart as I’m swathed and trussed and muzzled by pleasure. I suck and lick and swirl my tongue savagely around London’s ripe little cherry. She smells like sex and tastes deliciously like come. Locking my arms around her thighs, I eat her out like a food-addicted man while pumping my cock insistently in and out of Jenna’s hot mouth. She jerks me off as her saliva coats my shaft, her hand slipping over the taught, veiny skin. My moans resonate, vibrating against London’s soaked, delectable pussy. I forget who I am, where I am, and about all the strife that surrounds me, and just live in the moment with these two amorous women who spoil and serve and satisfy me.

“Jett,” London vocalizes in ruin as she rides my face, sprinting closer and closer to that jagged, self-indulgent edge. Every muscle below my waist rips and throbs and pulsates as the heady sensations resonate. As they quicken my pulse and pound in my ears.

Make me come, make me comeI chant in my head as Jenna’s mouth and hands work harder.

“Oh fuck!” London pulls on my hair and jerks her hips as she spasms and then erupts, a flash flood of dewy arousal drowning me on the spot. It spills out hotter than lava, scorching my lips and overflowing from my mouth. Her orgasm is so fucking fiery I spontaneously combust into flames.

With a pained grunt I chew on London’s clit as I shoot rockets down Jenna’s throat. She sucks every pulsating stream until I have nothing left. Until I’m depleted and numb and sublimely sated.

The girls shift above my fatigued body, repositioning themselves for round two. Jenna mounts my semi-hard cock while London reverses directions on my face.

I was hankering for an escape, and I knew these two wouldn’t disappoint.

“Don’t worry. You just lay there. We’ll do all the work . . .” London teases me.“This time.”She and Jenna lean across my outstretched body kissing and fondling and grinding their wet pussies against my hypersensitive spots. I stiffen my tongue, letting London use it as she pleases, feeling her hand run along my thickening cock as she tickles Jenna’s damp crease.

I’m reduced to putty as they use me as their playground, giggling like school girls wild and free.

“You said you wanted to binge on our cherries.” London grinds her insatiable pussy against my willing mouth.

“I’ll binge all night.” I plunge my tongue into her slippery entrance as the sound of a foil wrapper crinkles. London emits an illicit moan as Jenna rolls on the condom.

When Jenna sinks down onto my stiff cock, I twitch in pulverizing ecstasy. Two bewitching women. A penstock of pleasure. And a coursing flow of promiscuity has me elevating to the heights I need. Has me delirious and manic and walking a fine line of lunacy as together they ride me unrelentingly.

“Good,” London pants. “Because we both need you, all night.”

“Jett,” London whispers my name in the darkness.

“Hmm?” I stir in my sleepy state.

“Your phone. It’s vibrating.” She pokes me in the ribs with the blunt corner.

I rub my heavy eyes and take the phone. “Were you up?”

“I’ve been dozing.” She cuddles up next to me.

“You need to sleep, baby.” I kiss her head waiting for my vision to clear.

“I’m trying.” She sighs, and Jenna stirs on the opposite side of me.

London reaches over to caress Jenna’s back, delicately coaxing her back to sleep. “I’m worried about her,” she confesses.

“She has you. She’ll be fine,” I reassure her. “And me too.”

“I don’t want this life for her,” London frets.

“It’s her choice.”

“I know. But she has other choices, too.” She hides her face against my side. “I never had a choice.”

“You have a choice now,” I encourage, as a spiky lump forms in my throat.A choice to leave.

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