Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

This time she didn’t choke on my cock, it was my words. She retreated and tried again, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration as more and more of my dick disappeared in her mouth.

“Goddamnit.” I fought back the urge to push on her head. She didn’t need any help, and I had to stop being a fucking asshole. “Jesus, that feels so good.”

She pulled off me, breathless, a scowl on her face. Disappointment, and it was fucking adorable. I clenched my grip tighter in her hair, forcing her gaze on me.

“Has someone been reading deep throating tips on the internet?”

Her bottom lip quivered. “Among other things.”

“Yeah?” I leaned forward and brought my face closer to hers, gently wrapping my other hand around her neck. I liked this position. On her knees and both of my hands on her, controlling exactly where she looked. “What else?”

Her pulse quickened beneath my fingers, pounding in her neck. “I looked up . . . ideas on dirty talking.”

I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. “You looked up how to talk dirty?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her gaze began to slip in embarrassment. Shit. I corrected her with a soft tug on her hair.

“Hey. I’m sorry. You’re already good at this stuff, sometimes I forget it’s still new for you.”

Her eyes softened. Then, the warmth there burned hotter. “I also looked up stuff about . . . um, anal.”

I turned her head to the side and pressed my lips against the shell of her ear. “You’ve no idea how excited I am to hear that, little girl. I’m going to make all of you mine.”

She shivered.

We’d ignored the other half of our party, and it was Payton’s moans that got me to pay attention. Dominic’s pants were bunched around his ankles, his knees spread wide. Payton was seated on him, facing us, her hands covering his on her tits. I watched her ride his fat cock, and was pleased Payton was in this position. Not just a great view, but it made giving my next command easier.

I released my hold on Noemi and let her turn to watch my friend slide up and down on her fiancé’s dick, coated in her arousal. Noemi’s shoulders rose as she took in a sharp breath. It was hot watching them fuck, but my girl’s reaction was even better. I came to my feet and pulled a distracted Noemi to hers, guiding her closer to the couch where Payton bounced. Her tits undulated with the rhythm of the man

thrusting beneath her.

Payton watched me, curious. She had to know what was coming. There were a million ways she could have fucked Dominic, but she’d chosen this one. Hesitation grew in Noemi as we came within reaching distance of the couple, and as I stood between the girls, I felt a rush of power. Ultimate control. I put a hand behind each of their heads and drove them together.

Payton’s palms latched onto Noemi’s jaw and yanked her into a brutal kiss. Noemi endured it, her body tight at first, and relaxing as the kiss deepened. Kissing was kissing, regardless of gender. They made a great picture. Noemi’s wavy blonde hair and fresh face in contrast to Payton’s deep brunette color and exotic look.

I could not wait any longer. My dick was throbbing too painfully and threatened mutiny. I went to the couch, grabbed two cushions, and dropped them at Noemi’s feet. “Back on your knees, little girl. You need to show Payton some gratitude for earlier.”

Noemi bolted upright, breaking her kiss, her cheeks flushed. “W-What?”

“You heard me just fine.” I used a strict tone. “On your knees. I’m going to fuck you while you lick her pussy.”

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TWENTY-THREE

I tugged off my shirt and tossed it onto the far couch, ready to be sans clothes like everyone else. Noemi was frozen until her wide eyes blinked at my tattoo.

“Are you nervous about doing that?” I asked her, undoing my belt.

Her gaze went to Payton, who looked thrilled, then returned to me. “I’ve never . . .”

“What’s there to be nervous about? You can’t make a mistake. If you don’t like it, just say stop, and we’ll know it’s a limit.” My pants hit the floor and I yanked everything off. Shoes, socks, underwear. I wrapped my arms around her shuddering body, and kissed the hairline on her forehead. “The nerves will go away. Nothing lasts forever.”

“They’re having sex,” she whispered.

I felt a dark laugh build in me, but I silenced it before it bubbled over. “If you’re worried about him, I don’t think either of them will mind if your tongue wanders.”

“And you?”