Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Sharing her, he thought, his cock surging in his sleep trousers. Gods, we’re finally sharing her, just like we’re meant to.
Finally, he reached her outer lips. They were plump and slick, glistening in the low light. Instead of delving inside, he took one of the swollen outer folds into his mouth, sucking gently, teasing her.
Noelle gasped, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk.
“Oh… Bright…”
“He likes the taste of you,” Burn growled, his hands stroking her arms. “Can’t get enough. Tell him, Noelle. Tell him how his mouth feels on your pussy.”
“It… it feels amazing,” she breathed. “So soft…so hot and wet…”
Encouraged, Bright switched to the other side, giving it the same tender, sucking attention, worshipping the very gates of her sex. He was building the anticipation slowly, carefully, winding the pleasure tighter with every soft pull of his lips, every slow swipe of his tongue over her outer pussy. He could feel her beginning to stir again, the languid aftermath of her first orgasm giving way to a new, rising tide of need.
Only when she was moaning softly, her hands fisting in the sheets, did he finally part her with his thumbs, spreading her wide open for his viewing pleasure.
The sight stole his breath. Her inner folds were a delicate, gleaming pink, impossibly slick while her clit was a tight, needy pearl begging for attention. And her entrance… gods, it was a tiny, hungry mouth, glistening with her honey—all just for him.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “So perfect.”
Then he lowered his head and began his long, slow tasting.
He started with broad, flat strokes of his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit, gathering her flavor, coating his mouth in her juices. It was richer and ripe, a complex symphony of sweet and salty that was purely, uniquely Noelle.
Bright groaned, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh, and she cried out, her back arching.
“Yes! Just like that, Bright!” she begged.
He focused then, his movements becoming more precise. He circled her clit with the very tip of his tongue—lazy, hypnotic circles that made her whimper and buck. He didn’t suck—not yet. Instead, he teased and tormented, exploring every millimeter of her with a painstaking slowness that was its own form of exquisite torture.
“Is he making you ache, baby?” Burn murmured, his lips against her temple. “Is Bright’s pretty mouth driving you crazy?”
“Y-yes!” she sobbed. “It’s… it’s so slow… I can’t… I need…”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Bright asked, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips hovering a breath from her clit. “Tell me.”
“I need more,” she begged, her composure shattering. “Please, Bright, harder… faster… please make me come!”
That was all the invitation Bright needed.
His careful control snapped—replaced by a focused, relentless intensity. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, hard and rhythmic, while his tongue flicked rapidly against the hypersensitive bud. At the same time, he slid two fingers deep inside her, finding that place the humans called a “G spot” with unerring accuracy and rubbing it in firm, steady circles.
The effect was instantaneous and cataclysmic.
Noelle cried out—a sound of pure, raw ecstasy. Her body went rigid, every muscle locking as the orgasm detonated within her like a bomb. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as thought she was milking him. At the same time, her juices flooded Bright’s mouth and he drank her down, relentless in his suction.
“Oh Dios…so much…feels so good…too good!”
She thrashed in Burn’s arms, her cries turning into broken, sobbing gasps as the waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again, seemingly without end.
Bright rode it out with her, gentling his mouth only when her whimpers became pleas for mercy, licking her softly through the final, shuddering tremors until she collapsed completely against Burn, utterly spent, tears of overwhelming sensation wetting her cheeks.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and lifted his head, his mouth and chin soaked, his breathing ragged. He looked up at her blissful expression, then at Burn’s fiercely proud face.
Burn met his gaze, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his lips.
“Told you she was sweet,” he rumbled.
Bright leaned forward, capturing Noelle’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, letting her taste the profound, intimate proof of her own pleasure on his tongue.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured against her lips, his heart so full he thought it might burst. “And she’s all ours.”
48
NOELLE
Noelle lay between them, her body humming with a strange, liquid warmth, her mind adrift on a sea of disbelief. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her—that she was lying here, naked having been thoroughly licked and tasted after allowing two of her former students to take turns worshipping her body with their hot, skilled mouths.
A faint, lingering sense of propriety tried to raise its head, but it was drowned out by the profound, bone-deep relief that had followed the overwhelming pleasure. The terrible, aching pressure in her breasts and the frantic, swollen need between her legs had finally subsided, leaving behind only a delicious, throbbing sensitivity.