“You come when she does, Lizzie,” he informs me.
Then, businesslike as always, Darcy gets right back to work.
Right. If I want this orgasm—which I do, desperately—then I’m going to have to work for it. Nothing that a Bennett babe hasn’t done before.
I focus on what Darcy is doing to me with his tongue—because it’s working. It’s really fucking working.
Then I set the movements of my own tongue to match. Up-down-up-down. Ring around the rosie. Up-down-up-down—
Oh god. I’m going to come first.
And I fucking can’t.
I refocus my efforts. Up-down-up-down—
“Please, please, please, please, please,” Madeline begs.
I know how that feels. I want to beg too.
Up-down-up—
“Yes…Yes…YES…YES!”
Madeline fucking loses it, pulling my mouth against her pussy as hard as she can and riding my mouth like she’s a hombre in a John Wayne movie.
Meanwhile, between my thighs, Darcy gives me my reward: an orgasm so world-shattering that I have to dig my fingers into the cheeks of Madeline’s round, firm ass just so I have something to hold onto.
“Oh my god,” I pant. I can’t believe how hot that was. And I haven’t even gotten to take Darcy’s dick yet.
But Madeline isn’t close to being done with me.
“Just wait, Lizzie,” she says, moving off my mouth and sliding down my body. She licks my lips, tasting herself on me. She laps up her pussy juices off my cheek. “Don’t think I’m finished with you yet.”
“Actually,” Darcy says, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. “I think it’s my turn, ladies.”
I imagine how we must look to Darcy now. Just two hot, wet cunts still throbbing from orgasm. Two tight asses begging to be used. But Madeline is on top of me. Her holes are probably easier to access.
I roll us over on the bed, rectifying that problem and pinning her down with my tits in the process.
“Are you ready to be fucked, Lizzie?” Darcy asks.
He grabs my ass and spreads me. I whimper as he presses his cock against my pussy, threatening to pus
h inside at any moment.
“Noooo!” Madeline complains before I can give Darcy the affirmative. “I want your cock, Darcy, baby! Don’t give it to her! Give it to me!”
“No cock for you tonight, slut,” Darcy says.
Beneath me, Madeline’s face contorts into an expression of total anguish. I almost feel sorry for her—but her loss is my gain.
“Darcy, please!”
“Lizzie,” Darcy says, grabbing my hair and pushing my face down to Madeline’s. “Shut her up.”
I kiss Madeline, long and hard and with plenty of tongue. It muffles her protests and my moans while Darcy hilts himself inside my wet, greedy pussy.
“Fuck, Lizzie. You’re so fucking tight.”