Decadence by Monique Miller Page A

explode from the inside out.
    Instead of spanking her I
get on the bed and kiss her deep as Chris continues to suck her
folds, her walls, her clit, he looks like he can’t get enough of
her.
    Then he comes up for air, licking his
lips.
    He calls for me.
    I know what’s next.
    “Taste her,” he commands. “She tastes so
fucking good. Just as good as she looks.”
    I decide to see for myself, especially since
I’ve wanted to see all night. I only got a tiny taste of what she
was putting out in the Beemer. Now I get to not just sample, but
feast.
    She’s dripping wet and I can’t tell how much
of it’s her and how much is from Chris’s mouth. I get to see how
the two of them taste mixed together once again.
    She’s so soft, so hot, so wet.
    I ease my tongue inside of her; let her
folds, her lips, close around it. She does taste good. So soft. I
suck her clit, give it a few little nibbles, lick around her lips
and then go back inside her. Chris doesn’t give me much time before
he comes back and says a little too playfully for a dominant, “Stop
being greedy. Give me some more.”
    He moves in and starts sucking her again. He
moves his mouth over that part of her in the same way that he
kisses. With passion, as if he’d live inside of her if he
could.
    Then we go at it together. Our lips and
tongues collide as we lick and suck her everywhere, as she
struggles to maintain poise, but I can tell that’s a battle she’s
losing by the second.
    Abruptly Chris stands up, his hard on
throbbing, his dick jumping with a pulse of its own. The head is
swollen and precum comes out, a few drops drip onto the floor. He
grabs his shaft, rubs his rod slow and easy, tilts his head back,
runs his hand over his head and shuts his eyes. I watch as he puts
his completely exposed cock up against her slit. I watch as he lets
a few drops of his semen drip onto her lips, mix with her juices; I
watch as he eases that huge member of his inside her slowly. Watch
as he puts he pushes his semen that no longer produces babies
anymore disappear inside her. I watch that part of her stretch,
accommodate him. That kitty of hers goes form tiny to welcoming a
cock that looks nearly as big as her slim little arm. He eases in
and out. Doesn’t go fast.
    I’m shocked. He never does that. Ever. We’re
always safe.
    He’s breaking rules.
    We both are.
    I can’t help but wonder what the hell is
happening to us. What the hell is this girl doing to us?
    He eases out of her completely. He exhales
the way a thirsty man does after he’s been working all day under a
hot summer sun and he just got a nice long swig of something icy
cold and liquid.
    He went deep inside of her.
    The entire length of his shaft is wet,
glistening, from saliva and Candice’s juices.
    He rubs the length of his hard on, cups his
balls, massages them.
    I know him. I can see it. This girl is
driving him crazy.
    He wants to bust so bad, and he doesn’t want
to at the same time. He’s enjoying this feeling too much.
    While his eyes are still closed I go over to
him and start sucking away. He looks down at me and I move
away.
    He’s back in the game.
    He steps over to Candice again. Pulls her
into a kneeling position where she’s facing us. He undoes one of
the cuffs on her wrist. She’s waiting on him to undo the other, but
he doesn’t.
    Instead, he locks the cuff he just took from
around her wrist onto me.
    ***
    We’re cuffed together and I already know
what’s next.
    Chris sits down on the edge of the bed, his
erection like a massive pole between his legs aimed at us.
    “I want to see both of you on your knees
right now, with your mouths on my cock. Make me cum.”
    Neither of us hesitates. We drop to our
knees, eye level with his hard on, and we go to work.
    Candice and I instantly establish a rhythm
that works for us and obviously pleases Chris.
    I’m surprised when Candice deep throats all
of him, taking his full length and girth all the way down her
throat, letting her