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“Auggie, you were my first kiss,” she whispers.
“How is that possible?” I ask softly, my fingers delving into her blue tresses to pull her head back to meet her gaze.
“You kind of have to date to have an opportunity to be kissed,” Cerenity says.
She’s so damn beautiful, I kiss her nose and each of her cheeks as I process her words.
“I think you just made Augustine’s entire life. He was my first kiss too,” I confess.
“Mine,” he grunts as he drags his nose over the scrap of cloth covering her pussy.
“Auggie,” she moans. “You can’t do that.”
“Do what? Devour this beautiful pussy?” he growls. “Why not?”
“I don’t know… Do people really do that?” Cerenity squeaks.
My lips twitch because she’s so cute. I’ve never been with a woman before, though it’s not something I advertise. There’s a certain reputation fighters keep as man whores. I’ve never cared enough before to buck the standard, so I don’t.
My heart belongs to Auggie. I haven’t been with anyone else, even when I pushed him away to date other people. Hypocritical, I know. Every so often, a sweet pet name slips from my lips, which has to amuse him due to my tough guy exterior.
“I watch porn here and there,” I confess, my lips pressed to the shell of her ear as my fingers spasm in her hair gently. She’s still recovering from being kidnapped and hit, I don’t want to hurt her. “I’ve never actually licked a pussy or even seen one to be honest.”
Augustine’s beautiful green eyes look up at me as his knuckle’s rubbing over Cere’s core, making her hips begin to thrust mindlessly.
“I haven’t either,” he says with a grin and a shrug. “Gabriel was my first kiss when we were sixteen, though it didn’t get serious until a year later. Cere, let me strip you bare and make you come. You’re bucking against me just from rocking over your clit. Does it feel good?”
“Ye…yes,” she gasps. “I want more, Auggie.”
“So damn perfect,” I growl, burying my face in her hair and inhaling deeply.
Augustine rips off her panties, tossing them at me before he buries himself between her soft thighs. Bringing the material to my face, I inhale deeply as I groan. Cerenity smells like fucking heaven.
“Oh my God,” she moans, making me grunt as I rock her ass over my cock.
“I’m trying to be a good boy, Mistress,” I growl as I shove her panties into my basketball shorts. “Your pretty little noises have me thinking very bad things.”
“Like what?” The minx gasps, her fingers wrapping around my biceps to ground herself, as Augustine drags his tongue over her clit before kissing it. It’s so sweet, right up until he sucks on it hard and gently pushes a finger into her tight, wet channel.
The slick is already glistening on her skin, dampening my shorts and the blanket underneath us as well. Fuck, her moans are so damn sexy as she enjoys our man’s ministrations.
“Like how I want to play with your tits,” I say, taking the lead. The pretty little virgin is experiencing new things right now, and I want to paint the scene for her. “I want you splayed out naked for us, a pretty little plaything who’s ours to make come for us.”
Auggie growls below us, pushing another finger inside of her tight pussy.
“Yours?” she whimpers, back bowing as she gets used to the stretch of Auggie’s fingers.
“Oh yes, baby girl. I’ve barely had a taste, I refuse to let you go,” I whisper, claiming her lips as I begin the slow climb of Auggie’s sweatshirt up her body. I want her to have plenty of time to tell me ‘no’ if she wants it. I’ve argued with myself a lot over the last two days, and I’m sure this won’t be the end of it, but I do want this beautiful omega.
She should be worshiped and adored at all times. Cerenity raises her arms, so I can pull the sweatshirt over her head, her breasts bouncing out.
Augustine and I both reach for them together, kneading and pinching her nipples as I continue to kiss her. Her sweet moans are addicting.
Smirking because Augustine only has one hand at the moment to play with her tits, I fucking love that we’re doing this together. We may have private moments with her later, but this is how it should be.
“Mistress, will you come for him? You never said,” I remind her, squeezing her breast harder.
“Argh,” she squeals, pushing up into my hands. “God, that feels so good. I’m close, I think. I just can’t…”