“Again,” I growl, swatting her until she finally falls apart on my tongue. “Good girl.”
Suddenly, Apollo pulls out of Grey and shoves him aside, jetting even more cum onto her tits. “Fuck!”
Grey stands up again, his dick hard once more as he grabs her face and brings her lips to his shaft. “Lick me like you licked them.”
“Atta boy,” Apollo says.
THWACK!
He spanks Grey’s ass, whose thrusts in her mouth deepen with every one of his handprints.
“Go on then, fuck that pretty little mouth,” Apollo eggs him on.
I circle her clit relentlessly despite her wriggling legs.
I grab her thighs and keep her steady. “Stay. You begged for it … now let me give it to you.”
Grey dives in deep, moaning loudly like an animal in heat, and the way the goose bumps scatter on her skin makes me grin.
“Another one,” I tell her, flicking her swollen clit. “Give it to me. Now.”
She mewls, “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I retort, thrusting my tongue into her while I thrum my fingers all across her most sensitive spot. “Because you”—THRUST—“belong”—THRUST—“to me.”
PLOP!
I pull out the plug right when she’s about to come, and the ensuing gush of wetness is so fucking good I lap it all up.
“F-fuck …” I groan.
She shivers underneath me, and Grey suddenly pulls out of her throat and begins to stroke himself.
“I can’t hold it,” he says.
“Then come all over her,” Apollo growls, grabbing his hard-on to direct him to her tits and stomach. “Right here.”
Grey explodes all over her, moaning incessantly, and she throbs beneath my tongue.
Filthy little girl. “You like getting covered, don’t you?”
Aspen quakes, and I can feel her whole body tighten as the next orgasm overwhelms her.
I grin against her mound and plant a soft kiss on top. “That’s my girl.”
“Fuck …” Grey groans. “I can barely stand.”
“We fucked you both real good,” Apollo says, suckling on her nipples like he enjoys the taste of him on her.
When she’s satiated, I pull her up by her hands, her body growing meek in my embrace. But I need one more thing from her. The one thing that has kept me tethered to this earth, that stopped me from giving it all up. I grab her face and smash my lips onto hers, tasting the sin right off her lips and all the fucked-up fantasies we share.
“God, that was—” She grins against my lips. “Insane.”
Grey raises a brow. “Insanely bad?”
She snorts. “No.”
“Good?” Apollo asks.
