Page 20 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)
Lying flat between her legs, I press her thighs open wider as I bring my nose to her slick cunt, eyes drifting shut when I deeply inhale her sweet, earthy aroma.
As I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her divine scent, my cock twitches.
Charley’s moans fill the air as she grinds on Georgia’s face, but it’s nothing more than muted noise to my ears as I circle Georgia’s swollen clit with the tip of my nose.
It’s like a live wire ripples through my veins, making my entire body feel electrified.
Something feral and consumes me, rolling down my abdomen before settling in my full, aching balls, and I can’t hold back any longer.
Asshole to clit, I run the flat of my tongue through her center, the taste of her hot, sticky juices erupting on my taste buds.
Thighs flexing under my hands, Georgia lets out a throaty, muffled groan that fuels my ravenous hunger.
Closing my lips around her clit, I flick my tongue against the hardened bud before sucking on it, feeling her quiver.
As I continue to alternate between the two, I slip my middle finger through her wetness, coating it before slowly sinking inside her.
Her walls clench around me, her moans growing higher when I add a second digit.
Unbridled lust swirls around in my head as I lose myself in her.
Everything—Charley, the fucked-up situation I’m in, school, the outside world—all of it fades away, until there’s nothing except me, Georgia, and this intoxicating, visceral desire to do whatever it takes to keep her moaning and writhing the way she is.
I’m drunk off my fucking stepsister , and no matter how fucked up it may be, nothing—and I mean nothing —has ever tasted sweeter than her shattered resolve and this perfect fucking cunt.
Like she did to Charley, I continue to flick and swirl my tongue over her clit while fucking her with deep, slow thrusts, curling my fingers and massaging the spongy pad along her upper wall.
Homed in to her every reaction, I increase speed, picking up on the way her stomach dips and flexes, how her thighs quake, fighting against my grip to close, and the way her moans become louder and more desperate the rougher I get.
Her pussy is fucking drenched , getting wetter by the minute, and I greedily slurp it all up, eager for more.
My hips grind into the floor of their own accord, the friction against my stiff, pulsing cock sending a burst of pleasure through my body.
I relish all of Georgia’s pleasure, knowing I’m the one giving it to her.
My skin buzzes as the heat builds low in my spine, and the louder and needier Georgia becomes, the more euphoric I feel.
The sound of my fingers pounding into her, paired with the combined cries of Georgia and Charley as they both get closer, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Something fervid swims through my veins, gripping me like a vise as I chase this feeling.
Charley drops her head forward, cries becoming quicker as her release crashes into her, and I double down, knowing Georgia right on the edge.
As soon as Charley finishes and climbs off Georgia, dropping onto the couch, Georgia arches her back, muscles tensing as I feel her let go.
Reaching down, she grabs a fistful of my hair, unabashedly grinding her pussy against my face as she chases her release, taking exactly what she needs from me.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “I’m gonna come! Fuck, don’t stop!”
Her tight cunt contracts around my fingers, pulsing with each wave as it crashes into her, and as soon as she throws her head back and cries out, I lose it.
My nuts tighten, drawing up to my body as the pressure grows more intense with each moan and gasping breath coming from my stepsister until I can’t hold on any longer.
My cock throbs, pulsing vigorously with ropes of hot, sticky cum, making a mess inside my pants.
It keeps going as I lick up every last drop of Georgia’s orgasm, only stopping when it gets to be too much for her, and she pushes me away.
Once it’s over, all three of us sit up, nobody saying anything.
The air gets tense; the only sound in the room is all of us catching our breath.
Charley moves first, standing a minute later as she swipes her pants off the couch, then Georgia gets up and does the same, refusing to even look in my direction.
As much as I thoroughly fucking enjoyed what just happened, I also can’t deny how awkward it feels now that it’s over. Now that reality has set in.
Hyperaware of the jizz starting to dry against my skin, I’m the next to stand, wanting to hop in the shower and clean myself up, while also putting us all out of our misery. Giving a two-finger salute, I huff out a dry chuckle and say, “Well, it’s been fun, y’all. Goodnight.”
In the shower, I replay the entire thing in my mind over and over, reeling over the fact that it even happened in the first place.
I almost can’t wrap my head around it. This was basically my teenage dream come to life.
Holy shit. I stand under the stream for so long, the water eventually runs cold, and by the time I dry off and stroll out of the bathroom, Charley’s gone and Georgia’s hidden away in her room.
Well, this oughta be interesting come tomorrow.