Page 16 of Longing for More
Her mouth parted from the answer, though I didn’t give her time to respond. I leaned forward and drug my tongue through her slit, savoring her wetness on my tongue. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the taste of her.
Fucking divine.
Immediately, her other leg attempted to close from the feeling, but this time, it was Ryder who held it still, forcing her to be spread open for me with one of his hands. Her breaths came out as shuddered needs, and I watched as she threw her head back on Ryder’s chest, moaning for me.
Ryder goaded her more. “Yeah, baby? You like another man’s tongue in your pussy?”
She nodded furiously. “It feels really good.”
“Good fucking girl. Look at how well you’re doing for him. She tastes good, doesn’t she, man?”
I locked eyes with him as I moaned, refusing to take my mouth off her just yet. I wanted to devour this girl. And more than that, I knew my size would be a lot for her to handle and I wanted to make sure she was more than ready for me.
She should have considered herself lucky that I truly did want to properly breed her pussy, at least twice, or else I would have had Ryder tie her up and the both of us take turns.
Another night. We’d both worship this girl together.
Ryder bit his lip. “Look at that, baby. So obsessed he doesn’t even wanna talk. You always do so well, you know that?”
The blush on her cheeks started traveling down her body and I hummed at the sight of it. She didn’t know why she loved this as much as she did, but I would be more than happy to teach her. To command her every movement.
She just needed a little push.
“Lucas,” she started, still panting. “Fuck, don’t stop. You’re already making me close.”
I groaned.
Oh, how she truly was a greedy little thing.
Moving my mouth to her clit, I began sucking on it, eager to push her over the edge.
I felt drunk on the taste of her. I was desperate to get her to cross the finish line. Though, even as her legs began to shake, she still held back.
I looked at Ryder. He watched me hungrily in return.
He liked watching his girl get ruined.
He liked watching me, too.
Taking the cue from my stare, he moved his other hand from her shoulder and grabbed the base of her jawline, squeezing her in a light chokehold once more. She moaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut. He tsked at her under his breath and I chuckled around her clit, making her moan again. “Look at him, baby. Look at what my best friend is doing to you. C’mon, be a good girl. You said you wanted this, didn’t you?”
She nodded her head and slowly looked down at me. She didn’t really have much of a choice, as Ryder controlled her jaw and air supply, but at least she opened her eyes for me.
Our eyes locked, and the expression in them had me thankful I didn’t just finish on the bed sheets.
She was close. And I needed it more than I needed to breathe.
“Fuckkkk,” she moaned, keeping her eyes on me. Her hips began to shift, moving lightly. First up, then down. Gyrating on my tongue.
“Just a little more, man,” Ryder said, his own breath heavy. “Make her come in your mouth. She tastes even better when she finishes.”
I groaned. Fuck, I wanted it.
Moving my other hand away from the bed, I placed it on her lower abdomen again and pressed down. Aspen moaned louder than before from the pressure and additional touch.
I was absolutely no saint in the bedroom, and I knew exactly how to make girls shake and buckle at the knees. It came with age, experience, and traveling. And one thing I had learned—they loved pressure right there, forcing them to cross the finish line.
“Ohhhh, that’s it, baby,” Ryder breathed. “You gonna come in his mouth? You want to come so bad for him, don’t you?”