Page 19 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

Running the flat of her tongue over the swollen pussy, Georgia increases speed with her fingers as she looks over at me.

“See the way I’m doing this?” she asks, voice husky and her lips slick with her best friend’s juices.

Instinctively, I lick my own as I nod. “When fingering a girl, you need to use slow, deep movements with your fingers, curling them in a come-hither motion to rub over her G-spot. You need to start slow. This isn’t porn.

Unless we explicitly ask for it, I can guarantee we don’t want vigorous and aggressive fingers jabbing us.

Then, slowly increase your speed and get in tune with her body and the way she responds to what you’re doing.

I promise, if you actually take the time to pay attention to your partner, they’ll let you know if you’re doing a good job.

” She tips her head toward Charley. “Pay attention. What’s she telling me? ”

My cock has its own heartbeat, and I’ve made a sticky mess all over the inside of my briefs.

Looking over at her, I do exactly what she says.

I take in the low, guttural moan coming from deep in Charley’s chest as she flicks her tongue against her clit again.

The way her nails bite into the flesh on Georgia’s arm.

How her face is flushed and her forehead glistens with sweat.

How pinched her brows are, and how relaxed her jaw is.

I take in the rapid breathing, and the way her stomach tenses and her thighs twitch every time Georgia closes her lips and sucks on her.

And then as Georgia keeps going, fingers rough and deep in her cunt and her mouth suctioned to the clit, the noises coming from Charley get more desperate and rapid; hoarse moans and needy whimpers filling the air in between heaving breaths.

Charley’s eyes find mine, and the way she looks right now—eyelids drooping, blue eyes darkened and glazed over, and how the pleasure Georgia is giving her is written all over her face—sets my blood ablaze.

“You close?” I husk, barely recognizing my own voice.

Charley nods as a whimper falls from her lips.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are. You want me to watch you come all over your best friend’s face? ”

Lust-drunk eyes gleam with what can only be described as mischief when paired with the smirk tugging on her lips as she says, “I’ve got a better idea.”

Georgia stops what she’s doing and looks up at her friend while I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, ignoring how uncomfortable this position is when my dick’s this hard. “Oh, yeah?” I cock my head to the side, mirroring the not-so-innocent smile on her face. “And what’s that?”

Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, Charley giggles as she glances down at Georgia before coming back to me. “I want you to get over here and make your stepsister come while I ride her face.”

“Charley,” Georgia hisses as I chuckle darkly, stand up, and say, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

She whips her head around, peering up at me with wild eyes and the faintest tinge of red staining her cheeks. “Absolutely not! That is not happening.”

“Oh, come on, Georg,” Charley drawls. “We’ve already crossed a few lines tonight. What’s one more?”

“No.” Turning her gaze toward her friend, a nervous laugh bubbles out of her, and the sound makes me feel tingly all over, mostly because Georgia isn’t a woman who gets nervous—or if she does, she certainly doesn’t allow the world to witness it—so, seeing her flustered right now is so goddamn sexy.

“No, we ca—” Breathing out a cute little flustered huff, she instead says, “We are not doing that.”

Coming to a stop in front of her, I lean in and press the palm of my hands down on the couch on either side of her, boxing her in.

Jaw tight, she cranks her head back to look up at me with narrowed eyes, darkened with lust, and pinched lips.

This close to them, I can smell Charley’s arousal mixed with Georgia’s sweet scent.

The combination has me ravenous with a burning need to find out if Georgia is just as soaked as her friend is.

Although, there’s no doubt in my mind she is.

From eating her best friend’s pussy, yes, but also because of this tension between us, despite probably trying to convince herself that’s not the case.

“Oh, Peach,” I rasp, chuckling. “We absolutely are, and you wanna know why?” Bringing my fingers to her face, I stroke along her jaw, keeping my touch featherlight, and I relish the way her body trembles as she lets out a shaky breath.

“Because deep down, I know there’s a fervent voice whispering in your ear, growing more insatiable by the minute, like a devil on your shoulder, and it’s feeding all the filthy, impure desires you have.

” Bringing my mouth to my stepsister’s ear, my lips brush against the soft lobe as I breathe, “You’re not fooling anyone, Georgia.

You may be too damn scared to admit it out loud, but I know you’re fucking aching for me to make you come, and that’s exactly what I intend to do as soon as you get the fuck over your pride. ”

Charley giggles once again. Head resting against the back of the couch, she slides a hand down to her pussy, slowly circling her clit with her fingers as she watches the exchange—a battle of the wills—happening in front of her.

“ Fuck, Georg,” she moans breathily. “Kinda love him calling you on your shit like this.” Another soft moan. “Think you’ve met your match, babe.”

Flexing her jaw, Georgia ignores her friend, face screwed up as she glares up at me. “Just because you’ve got some twisted fantasy floating around in that pin-head brain of yours, don’t sit here and assume you know a goddamn thing about me or what I want, Fletcher.”

I’ll give it to her… She’s almost convincing.

Almost.

Unfortunately for her, I see right through her little act.

My stepsister wants me just as badly as I want her. Whether she wants to admit it or not, I know, and I fully intend to break her resolve. And fuck , it’s going to feel so damn good watching her fall apart because of me.

Running my eyes down her body and back up to her face, I hold her gaze while I press the back of my hand to her chest, a smirk tugging on my lips as I say, “Is that why your heart is beating a mile a minute?” I lower my hand, palming her firm breast and gently squeezing.

Her breath catches in her throat. “Or why your nipples are like glass against your shirt?” I hum, arching a brow.

“If you really don’t want me, then look me in the eye and tell me your pussy isn’t soaking wet and throbbing right now, Peach.

Tell me I’m wrong while you look me in the fucking eye. ”

A long, low groan comes from Charley as she continues rubbing her pussy, watching her friend’s walls start to crumble. Eyelids fluttering, Georgia says nothing.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” I growl. With two fingers on her chin, I force her head back, gaze burning into me while I bring our lips a hair’s breadth apart. “You’re not fooling anyone, Peach, not even yourself, so give up the act already.”

Crashing my mouth to hers, Georgia groans, but there’s not an ounce of resistance as I part her soft, luscious lips and lick into her mouth, tongue gliding along hers for a long, heated moment before I pull back enough to look her in the eye again.

Her gaze is still hard, but she doesn’t fight me when I ease her head back until it’s resting on the couch between Charley’s spread legs.

“Tell me you honestly don’t want this, and I’ll stop right now.

But if you don’t, I’m going to feast on your pussy until you’re shaking while you make your best friend come. Tell me to stop, Georgia.”

A long moment passes before her brows dip and the faintest of whimpers falls off her lips…

but she doesn’t tell me to stop. My heart thrashes, dick throbbing, as I flick my gaze up to Charley.

With a winning smirk, she throws her leg over Georgia’s head, turning her body around before dropping her pussy on my stepsister’s face.

Hands flying up, Georgia grips Charley’s ass, fingers digging into the meaty flesh, and a second later, Charley drops her head back and breathes out a moan while rolling her hips and grinding against her tongue.

Unable to hold back any longer, I drop to my knees and pop open the button on Georgia’s pants, sliding the zipper down before tugging them over her ass.

I chuckle darkly as she lifts up, allowing me to take them off easier.

“You’re fucking desperate for your stepbrother’s tongue on your needy cunt, aren’t you, Peach? ”

A groan rumbling in her chest, Georgia grips Charley’s ass tighter.

After I toss the discarded pants behind me, I spread her thighs apart wider, wanting to take her in and catalog it all to memory.

A groan rumbles in my throat as I spot the piercing that matches the one her friend has.

Flicking the jewelry with my finger, my mouth waters at the glorious sight before me.

A dark, trimmed patch of hair covers her mound, but she keeps her puffy lips bare.

I rake my nails over the faded white stripes decorating the inside of her thighs, unable to take my eyes off her.

“ Fuck , look at you, Peach. Such a pretty, fat pussy just begging for me to devour it.” Spreading her open with my thumbs, a bolt of heat shoots down my spine as I run a single finger through her glistening arousal. “And so fucking wet for me, too.”