Page 14 of Freak

Maybe it was the filth? The promise of Rafael’s oozing creampie that I’d love to lick clean from Summer’s puffy lips. The risk of it all, the danger and consequence, somehow made it all the better.

“I know my cycle. Today. Tomorrow. The next day. I’m the most vulnerable during these times. If he comes in me, it can happen.” Her breath hitched, and Summer’s legs began to twitch.

Fuck. I could feel it. Summer was starting come, and I wasn’t sure if my naughty question sent her over the edge or not, but her pussy started to drip onto the hard wood floor.

“YES,” I urged, gritting my teeth. “Come, baby. Fucking come.”

“Don’t stop. Ivanna?—”

Summer paused mid-sentence, shutting her eyes so hard that I thought she would cry. I rubbed myself to the look on her face—her beautiful pain and pleasure. Her gorgeous hair fell loose over her eyes as she flinched in ecstasy.

That look alone sent me over the edge. I held my breath to catch my orgasm, and my visions grew hot white as something warm shot loose between my legs.

Shivering, I looked down. My favorite pair of panties were ruined as a stream of cum pooled into its cotton seam. I hadn’t even seen how Summer covered her mouth, stifling a scream. Her body flinched, and her pussy leaked all over my fingers and down my wrist.

That’s when we saw Rafael at the door.

We were caught, and he squeezed the shot glasses of tequila in his hand. Something so intoxicating took hold of his chiseled face, some paper-thin resistance that kept him from leaping forward and fucking Summer and I like dogs.

Summer panted and brushed a sweaty strand of hair away from her face. She looked at Rafael with a hard glare “Take your pants off,” she demanded. “Stroke yourself slowly. Don’t even think about coming.”

He complied. And oddly enough, he seemed to enjoy it.

“Yes, Ms. Evans,” he answered like a good boy.

At the corner of the room, I watched as he stood, unbuckling his belt, then taking his pants off.

Patiently he removed his shirt, and all I saw was hard fucking muscle.

He was bronzed—tanned and warm like the beaches in Santa Marta—a welcoming tall, dark figure of a man that I craved just as much as a woman.

I stood up and massaged the nape of Summer’s neck. “Walk to him,” I whispered into her ear. “Show him your body.”

Like a puppet, I directed her to the shots of tequila, making eyes as Rafael’s cock sprang loose from his designer briefs.

He was fucking huge. His cock bent up into a curve, hiccupping with a pulse that stemmed down to his fat, heavy balls.

“When was the last time you came?” I asked him.

He looked so full. Beads of precum dribbled out from the tip of his dick.

“He saved himself for an entire week,” Summer answered for him. “Isn’t that right, good boy?”

“Yes, Ms. Evans.”

I unhooked Summer’s bra and let it drop to the floor. Her tits were free from the snug straps of her lingerie, and they sat perfectly perched, nipples erect.

Rafael tugged at his cock, moving slowly as Summer instructed. The discipline of this man was insane.

“You want to know a secret, Raf?” I said, standing behind Summer. Her ass was so wet from my mouth, and I tapped my finger over its opening.

“Tell me.”

“Tell me, Ms. Ivanna,” Summer corrected him.

His jaw clenched, and if I didn’t know any better, a tsunami of hot cum was about to shoot out of his cock and cover Summer and me.

He resisted.

“Yes. Please tell me, Ms. Ivanna.”

I smiled and lifted a shot glass, tilting it over Summer’s tits. Amber liquid poured down her neck and chest, covering her nipples and the gold piercings that decorated them. Goosebumps riddled over her chest as the heat of my mouth sucked up the rich agave taste straight from her tit.

“Our pretty girl is in heat,” I answered, my middle finger deep inside Summer’s ass.

She muttered a sweet little curse, before nearly buckling over Rafael.

I had to straighten her out, placing my hand over her neck just to stand her up.

“It’s up to me if she gets a pussy full of cum or not. I just haven’t decided yet.”

Summer laughed, and I spun her around to the bed, sitting her down.

“Here.” I tapped at the edge of the mattress, moving her closer.

“I’m going to put my heel right here and you’re going to eat me out,” I rasped, my tone vibrating down to my stomach.

I pulled my panties off my hips and dropped them to my feet.

“I want him to watch,” I told Summer. “Have him watch as I fuck your mouth.”

“Listen to Ms. Ivanna,” Summer said sweetly, her big green eyes looking up at me. I combed back her hair, and watched as Rafael stroked faster, his face flush and warm.

“Yes, Ms. Evans.”

I smiled.

“Tongue out, pretty girl,” I whispered. She did as she was told, her hands folded down at her lap with a smile on her face. With two fingers, I parted my lips. My clit thrummed as I gripped onto Summer’s hair, leading her tongue right to the most sensitive part of my body.

Summer groaned, and her tongue flattened into a warm pad of euphoria.

“Lick me,” I urged. “Lick me like a whore.” I jutted my hips over her, and her tongue slipped right inside my pussy, stretching me open.

Rafael watched, his cock even harder and redder than before. He leaned against the dresser, beating himself off.

My eyes fluttered, and Summer masturbated to the taste of my pussy as my climax started to build.

It was happening quick, and my vision felt overstimulated between two hot people that I needed to fuck, desperately.

“Lie back down. Now.” I forced Summer’s back onto the bed, climbing over her body which belonged to me. “Fuck, I want to come, but I need that pussy.”

“Take it. Hurry,” Summer urged, scooting back on her elbow, spreading her legs. I mounted her heel over my shoulder and pressed my pussy right onto hers. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

The bed began to squeak.

It bucked with each thrust.

“Fuck. I’m leaking. I’m—” I humped my hips, grinding myself over her, our lips parting, our clits meeting in a wet mess.

Summer winced, and her voice started to whine. “Oh my god. It’s happening. It’s—fuck, Ivanna!” She pressed her tits together, twisting the piercing on her nipples.

Something deep inside my stomach turned. Boiled. The headboard banged against the wall, and Rafael stood up to be near us, his fat cock hard and agitated as he jerked himself off to the sight of us fucking.

That’s when I started to come. My toes curled, and I clawed at Summer’s stomach as a new wave of hot wetness spilled out of me.

Summer bit into a pillow as she groaned, and I couldn’t tell where my pussy began and where hers ended, but I quivered in a release of endorphins as the sheets grew more and more damp with our shared, explosive orgasms.

A quick breath was all we needed.

Summer and I started at each other.

We were ready.

“I must ask permission, Ms. Evans…” I submitted, my voice merciful for her approval. “Release Rafael onto us. No. restraints. No holding back.”