Executive Engagement

As I stalk around Madeline’s perfect, statuesque frame, my mouth becomes pretty busy for making words anyway.

I pop one of her nipples into my mouth, and she hisses with need. I leave it slick with my saliva when I pop it back out from between my lips. Puckering up, I stare up at her as I blow cool air onto the sensitive, dark-pink nub.

“Oooooh,” she coos.

I do the same to the other nipple. This time, she moans.

“Oh, fuck. Darcy, honey. Please. Let me have her. I’m sooooo wet... Please!” Madeline begs. I can see her eyes glance over to him, full of need.

“Pull off her panties, Lizzie. Let’s see if you’ve gotten her ready for you yet.”

I crouch down like I’m about to drop the hottest album of the year. Still in my heels, I know that this position must be pushing my ass out in a way that will make Darcy’s cock fucking throb.

A girl like me knows her angles, after all. And this angle?

I’ll be surprised if he’s not blowing his load all over my fucking back in a couple of minutes.

I glance up at Madeline. She has her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she stares down at me in needy anticipation.

Good. I want her needy. If Darcy is going to tease us like this, then he needs to see how bad wanting him can get.

But at the same time, I almost feel bad for Madeline. Because in a few minutes, it’s not going to be her taking Darcy’s cock, no matter how bad she might want it.

Hell no. That dick—and the ridiculously handsome man it’s to—both belong to me.

In which case, giving her an orgasm or two now... I mean, it’s only polite.

I take the edge of her lace panties between my teeth and tug them down mercilessly.

“Lick her, Lizzie,” Darcy commands. There’s something strained in his voice, something that tells me exactly how bad he wants me to do just that.

I slip my tongue between the smooth, slick lips of Madeline’s pussy.

“Oh my god,” Madeline whispers. “P-please—oh, fuck, PLEASE—”

“Again,” says Darcy.

I trap her clit beneath my tongue, rolling it around until Madeline’s knees start to shake.

“L-lizzie,” Madeline stutters. “Fuck! Lizzie! Please!”

“That’s right, Lizzie,” Darcy encourages me. “You’re a multitalented woman, aren’t you?”

Madeline grabs my hair, humping my face in desperation.

Apparently, I am. Who would’ve thought?

Madeline’s pussy smells incredible. Hot. Soaking wet.

This is the smell that all of those musky perfumes are trying to recreate, I realize. This is why we’re all so attracted to the scent of vanilla. Brown sugar. Jasmine.

I bury my face in her tight little muff and work her over until she’s screaming my name.

“LIZZIE! OH MY GOD, LIZZIE! YES! YESSSSSSS!” Madeline shrieks, both fists full of my hair as her cunt gushes against my lips.

I keep at it until she finally relaxes. I feel all the tension in her thighs release as I pull away to smile up at her—

But then I feel a body move behind me, and now it’s Darcy’s fingers that are twined in my hair.