Page 199 of Satan's Spawn

The both of us are shoulder to shoulder, mere inches away from Rebecca’s pussy as Saint says, “Look, right here,” he presses a thumb against a small exposed nub between Rebecca’s folds, “this is the money, you feel me? But, like money, you gotta earn it.” He rubs circles around it, making Rebecca’s hips buck and a small mewl to leave her lips.

“Fuck, she’s responsive. Look how wet she is already.” Saint instructs me to touch her, so I do.

Rebecca is slick and smooth, her pink pussy gleaming with need.

“She wants you, man. What are you gonna do about it?” His thumb moves faster. “Lick her pussy, go ahead.”

All the air rushes from my lungs as I take in Rebecca’s bare feminality. Not a hair to be found, which only adds to her innocence and my need to fuck it out of her.

“Here, I’ll show you how.” Saint dips his head, his nose running up her entire slit. He inhales loud enough for me to hear. “Fuck, man. She smells like heaven.” His tongue follows next, sliding from bottom to top, playfully flicking the small nub again before retreating.

Rebecca lets out an eager whine, eyes still closed but relaxed as she reaches for one of us.

The jealousy I felt earlier turns into repressed need.

“See, a good sign, she wants to pull you in for more.” Saint speaks with a heaviness in his words, like he’s trying not to seem too excited. “That means you keep going just like that.”

Saint brings his lips to Rebecca’s pussy again, repeating the movement a few times until she’s writhing underneath him, and my dick is straining against the mattress.

“When she starts wriggling like this, you switch to sucking on the clit. Gently, but firm. It’s how you’ll get her to come for you.”

Saint demonstrates, his lips puckering around the nub before he sucks it repeatedly. Making sure to keep his hands busy on other parts of her body.

He stretches up to her breast, squeezing it, journey’s down to her waist, scratching it, then to her thigh where he starts massaging it.

Rebecca is a mess of moans and erratic movements, chasing every single sensation Saint pries out of her.

“See”—his head turns my way, all of her wetness glistening his lips—“now you try it. Just like I did.”

“I don’t know…” I feel like a fucking virgin, so intimidated by something that should be natural to me.

“Crayton, please.” Rebecca breathes, glaring down at me with hungry eyes and parted lips. “I need to feel you on me.”

She looks out of this fucking world beautiful right now, her white hair touseled and pale skin flushing.

I couldn’t deny her if I tried.

I squeeze the thigh next to my head and dive into her, making sure to inhale her scent before anything.

Saint is right, she smells delectable.

Like earth and rain.

I smell her one more time before my tongue darts out to taste her, and when I do, I’m a goner.

She’s so fucking sweet, but it’s the underlying saltiness of her skin that pushes me over the edge.

I lick a line up her slit one, two, three times until I find that special spot Saint mentioned. I tease it with my tongue, soft at first then a bit harder, and it’s not long before Rebecca is moaning my name.

“Fuck me,” Saint chokes out, “this shit is so damn hot.”

Rebecca would be fisting my hair if I had any long strands, but since she can’t she just runs her hand over my head, needing to touch me however she can.

“Dude…” Saint hisses, and I know he’s hard as fucking steel. “Please.”

I pull my mouth away from Rebecca an inch before I say, “You better not put a fucking finger inside her.”

With an enthusiastic nod, I watch as Saint’s attention shoots up to Rebecca, asking her for permission too.