Page 24 of Freak
She gasped, and her lips folded over my tongue, and her wetness spilled over my chin. Summer was so hot, so sweet and feminine, and it drove me feral knowing that Rafael’s cock was stuffed in her tight hole just hours ago. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to rub myself to it.
“Did he come in you tonight?” I asked, licking her.
“No. Not yet.”
“Not yet?” I asked. The implication made me so fucking horny.
“He can. Do you want him to come inside me?” She exhaled as I lapped her up, spreading the taste of her cunt right up to her ass.
“Depends. I want to know the risk.” Fuck, it turned me on, I ate her ass and slipped my fingers in her cunt. Rafael did a good job of stretching her open, because I slid three knuckles deep into the softest, wettest pussy I ever felt.
“Risk of what?” she asked, moaning.
“Risk of him breeding this pussy. Of him knocking you up.”
Summer whined, grunting. She pushed back into my fingers.
“It’s high,” she muttered, her hot breath fogging the mirror.
“Is it?” Greedily, I reached below my panties, rubbing my clit. Summer’s ass had that effect on me, and the mere thought of her being fertile turned me into some deviant. Why did it turn me on? Why did I want to be the helper of some kink that I myself didn’t want?
Maybe it was the filth? The promise of Rafael’s oozing creampie that I’d love to lick clean from Summer’s puffy lips. The risk of it all, the danger and consequence, somehow made it all the better.
“I know my cycle. Today. Tomorrow. The next day. I’m the most vulnerable during these times. If he comes in me, it can happen.” Her breath hitched, and Summer’s legs began to twitch.
Fuck. I could feel it. Summer was starting come, and I wasn’t sure if my naughty question sent her over the edge or not, but her pussy started to drip onto the hard wood floor.
“YES,” I urged, gritting my teeth. “Come, baby. Fucking come.”
“Don’t stop. Ivanna?—”
Summer paused mid-sentence, shutting her eyes so hard that I thought she would cry. I rubbed myself to the look on her face—her beautiful pain and pleasure. Her gorgeous hair fell loose over her eyes as she flinched in ecstasy.
That look alone sent me over the edge. I held my breath to catch my orgasm, and my visions grew hot white as something warm shot loose between my legs.
Shivering, I looked down. My favorite pair of panties were ruined as a stream of cum pooled into its cotton seam. I hadn’t even seen how Summer covered her mouth, stifling a scream. Her body flinched, and her pussy leaked all over my fingers and down my wrist.
That’s when we saw Rafael at the door.
We were caught, and he squeezed the shot glasses of tequila in his hand. Something so intoxicating took hold of his chiseled face, some paper-thin resistance that kept him from leaping forward and fucking Summer and I like dogs.
Summer panted and brushed a sweaty strand of hair away from her face. She looked at Rafael with a hard glare “Take your pants off,” she demanded. “Stroke yourself slowly. Don’t even think about coming.”
He complied. And oddly enough, he seemed to enjoy it.
“Yes, Ms. Evans,” he answered like a good boy.
At the corner of the room, I watched as he stood, unbuckling his belt, then taking his pants off. Patiently he removed his shirt, and all I saw was hard fucking muscle. He was bronzed—tanned and warm like the beaches in Santa Marta—a welcoming tall, dark figure of a man that I craved just as much as a woman.
I stood up and massaged the nape of Summer’s neck. “Walk to him,” I whispered into her ear. “Show him your body.”
Like a puppet, I directed her to the shots of tequila, making eyes as Rafael’s cock sprang loose from his designer briefs.
He was fucking huge. His cock bent up into a curve, hiccupping with a pulse that stemmed down to his fat, heavy balls.
“When was the last time you came?” I asked him.
He looked so full. Beads of precum dribbled out from the tip of his dick.
