Page 12 of Forgotten Comeback

Frustrated, I grab the hem of Mia’s dress, and like a good submissive girl, she lifts her arms for me. I pull it over her head and toss it to the floor, and reaching behind her with one hand, I unhook her bra.

Perky little tits, just how I like them. I give Mia’s right nipple a tweak, but for some damn reason, I’m watching Taylor’s reaction.

“Beautiful,” Taylor murmurs, watching us with hooded eyes as she cups her full tits with both hands, kneading them roughly.

I’d slap those big tits before shoving them together and thrusting my dick back and forth between them.

“Mmm,” Mia moans, and I focus my attention on the woman whose tit I’m holding.

“Take off her panties,” Taylor commands as she snakes her hand down her belly, playing with her pussy lips.

“It’s cute you think you’re in control,” I tell her, yet I find myself taking off Mia’s panties.

“Spread her lips. Let’s take a look at this pretty pussy,” Taylor continues, lightly strumming her own clit.

“Do I need to shove my dick down your throat to get you to shut the hell up?” I snap at the bossiest woman I’ve ever met.

“Damn, that would be hot.” Mia whimpers as I run my finger through her wet pussy lips.

“We don’t touch each other,” Taylor reminds me dismissively.

Growling, I yank my shirt over my head with one hand; Taylor’s eyes land on my spider tattoo on my right pec. A smirk plays on my lips as I unbutton my jeans, shoving them down and stepping out of them. My shoes and socks are off next, and I pull down my boxers, my dick standing tall as I step out of them.

Taylor’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t say a word.

That’s fucking right.

“Damn,” Mia breathes.

I toss Mia over my shoulder, carrying her to the bed and past a satisfyingly silent Taylor.

Chapter

Five

Taylor

Gavin thinks he can hypnotize me with the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen—I’m talking pink and smooth photoshopped perfection—and with a frenum piercing, no less?

Apparently, he can.

I give my head a little shake, snapping out of it. Hurrying to the bed, I crawl in behind Mia, who’s on her knees making out with Gavin. My lips press the back of Mia’s neck, and she moans into Gavin’s mouth as I reach around and cup her breasts.

Gavin surprises me by jerking Mia down to the bed, causing me to nearly fall off. “Dickhead,” I spit at him.

“Love the dirty talk.” He smirks, settling in between Mia’s legs and attacking her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh,” she cries out in surprise.

“Jesus, don’t knife her clit in half. Let me show you how it’s done.” I shove him out of the way, diving my head between Mia’s legs and lapping with long, soft strokes.

“Mmm,” she says dreamily.

“Jesus, don’t make her fall asleep.” Gavin shoves me out of the way, ducking his head down.

I go to shove him back, but he was expecting it and braces for the impact. Growling, I move my face down, both of us lapping at Mia’s cunt as she moans. We side eye each other as Gavin moves his tongue faster, and I move my tongue faster, neither of us wanting to lose…whatever the hell this competition is.

His tongue accidentally flicks against mine, or maybe it’s mine that accidentally flicks against his. Either way, we both jerk back like we’ve been stung.