by Abby Angel
I see fireworks again, and they’re burning even hotter this time. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come.
I’m going to orgasm all over this escort’s tongue. Against her lips. On her face.
While Will Darcy, my billionaire fucktoy, watches, and his cock strains deliciously against his pants.
“That’s right, you fucking slut,” Darcy says. It takes a second for me to realize that he’s addressing the escort, not me. “Make my Lizzie come like she’s never come before.”
Oh god. My Lizze, he’s called me.
Fuck.
His Lizzie.
That does it.
That’s what pushes me over the edge.
“Aaah!” I wail in delicious, orgasmic agony.
The orgasm hits me so hard, my knees nearly give out. If it wasn’t for the way Madeline grabbed hold of my hips without a fucking minute to lose, I probably would have fallen flat on my face.
Instead, she pulls me against her mouth, pressing her tongue even harder to my clit. I ride the waves of pleasure, grinding my hot little love bud against her mouth in time.
That’s right. I’m orgasming on this gorgeous escort’s face, and she’s moaning like that makes her the happiest fucking woman in the entire city. Maybe the entire country, the world, the universe.
It’s only when the orgasm abates that I look back up to Darcy and see that he’s lost control of himself.
His belt is undone, his fly is open, and there towering out from the expensive fabric of his suit pants is his cock. His big, meaty, billionaire dick.
Madeline’s going to have to take a number. I’m definitely the happiest woman in the universe now.
“Lizzie, undress her,” Darcy rasps.
I lean back, greedily pressing my still-throbbing clit against the escort’s lips in defiance.
Darcy’s gaze darkens.
“Now.”
Just from that one word—now—it’s easy to understand why Darcy is such an effective businessman. When it comes to something he really wants, he doesn’t fuck around.
Even when fucking around is the entire reason we’re all here.
Panting and flushed with orgasm, Madeline gives me her hand to steady myself with as I straighten. We switch positions like dance partners in a dirty, naughty waltz.
Madeline is wearing lingerie, something lacy and expensive and impractical. Lucky for me, I’m no bumbling teenage boy trying to unclasp my first bra in the back seat of my parents’ station wagon.
I’ve wrangled the most stubborn, confusing, and needlessly complex lingerie that anyone from Victoria’s Secret to Agent Provocateur can imagine.
Standing behind Madeline, I sink my lips into her shoulder. My teeth follow shortly as, with a single twist of my fingers, I pop the clasp of her bra open, just like that.
But all the while, it’s not Madeline I’m watching. It’s Darcy.
Our eyes are locked across the room. Neither of us can bear to look away. Neither of us wants to.
It’s not me, Darcy, and another woman anymore. Not really. Not in any way that matters.
It’s me, Darcy, and a hot, gorgeous female body on which I’m showing him everything that I want him to do to me. All my little wishes and desires.
Madeline shivers as I lick the flesh of her shoulder that I currently have captured between my teeth. My hands wrap around her breasts, holding them in the cups of her bra. I squeeze them, gently at first, then hard.
The bra drops to the ground as I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her tight against my naked body. Her tits bounce gently as gravity is reintroduced.
As for Darcy? Darcy is still there, stroking that fat cock of his with renewed vigor, edging closer and closer to what I know is going to be the most intense orgasm of his life.
How do I know that, you ask?
Well, babe. It’s simple, really.
I’m going to fucking ensure it.
My nails rake across Madeline’s dusky skin, tracing needy lines over her rib cage. My fingers take her breasts again, massaging them, molding them, kneading them like dough.
Madeline is pliable beneath my touch. Eager. When I pinch her nipples hard between my fingertips, she gasps beautifully.
“Suck them, Lizzie,” Darcy orders. “They’re hard for you. Suck Madeline’s big, pretty tits.”
Almost as big and pretty as mine, I almost add. But I don’t need to tease Darcy with my words right now. I’m a “show, don’t tell” kind of girl after all.
As I stalk around Madeline’s perfect, statuesque frame, my mouth becomes pretty busy for making words anyway.
I pop one of her nipples into my mouth, and she hisses with need. I leave it slick with my saliva when I pop it back out from between my lips. Puckering up, I stare up at her as I blow cool air onto the sensitive, dark-pink nub.
“Oooooh,” she coos.
I do the same to the other nipple. This time, she moans.
“Oh, fuck. Darcy, honey. Please. Let me have her. I’m sooooo wet... Please!” Madeline begs. I can see her eyes glance over to him, full of need.
“Pull off her panties, Lizzie. Let’s see if you’ve gotten her ready for you yet.”
I crouch down like I’m about to drop the hottest album of the year. Still in my heels, I know that this position must be pushing my ass out in a way that will make Darcy’s cock fucking throb.
A girl like me knows her angles, after all. And this angle?
I’ll be surprised if he’s not blowing his load all over my fucking back in a couple of minutes.
I glance up at Madeline. She has her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she stares down at me in needy anticipation.
Good. I want her needy. If Darcy is going to tease us like this, then he needs to see how bad wanting him can get.
But at the same time, I almost feel bad for Madeline. Because in a few minutes, it’s not going to be her taking Darcy’s cock, no matter how bad she might want it.
Hell no. That dick—and the ridiculously handsome man it’s to—both belong to me.
In which case, giving her an orgasm or two now... I mean, it’s only polite.
I take the edge of her lace panties between my teeth and tug them down mercilessly.
“Lick her, Lizzie,” Darcy commands. There’s something strained in his voice, something that tells me exactly how bad he wants me to do just that.
I slip my tongue between the smooth, slick lips of Madeline’s pussy.
“Oh my god,” Madeline whispers. “P-please—oh, fuck, PLEASE—”
“Again,” says Darcy.
I trap her clit beneath my tongue, rolling it around until Madeline’s knees start to shake.
“L-lizzie,” Madeline stutters. “Fuck! Lizzie! Please!”
“That’s right, Lizzie,” Darcy encourages me. “You’re a multitalented woman, aren’t you?”
Madeline grabs my hair, humping my face in desperation.
Apparently, I am. Who would’ve thought?
Madeline’s pussy smells incredible. Hot. Soaking wet.
This is the smell that all of those musky perfumes are trying to recreate, I realize. This is why we’re all so attracted to the scent of vanilla. Brown sugar. Jasmine.
I bury my face in her tight little muff and work her over until she’s screaming my name.
“LIZZIE! OH MY GOD, LIZZIE! YES! YESSSSSSS!” Madeline shrieks, both fists full of my hair as her cunt gushes against my lips.
I keep at it until she finally relaxes. I feel all the tension in her thighs release as I pull away to smile up at her—
But then I feel a body move behind me, and now it’s Darcy’s fingers that are twined in my hair.
“Lizze, you gorgeous little minx,” Darcy growls, pulling me to my feet. “Have I ever told you how much I enjoy watching you work?”
“You might have mentioned,” I say with a smile, wiping Madeline’s honey from my lips with the back of my hand.
Darcy whirls me around like I’m a ball
erina in Swan fucking Lake. His kiss is so hungry, I’m momentarily worried that he’s going to eat me alive.
Then my cunt throbs—a reminder.
Hell. I would probably enjoy it.
Darcy has my jaw captive in the palms of his big, strong hands as his tongue lashes against mine. We look like two lovers on the cover of a romance novel, completing the passionate kiss that the readers will all swoon over and tell their friends about.
But it’s not just Darcy who wants my mouth right now. The moment that Darcy releases my lips from his kiss, Madeline twirls me back toward her, conquering me with her own lips.
They’re both eager, hungry, and desperate to claim me. It’s a total head rush. All the intensity of a sensual tango, with all the complexity of managing two dance cards at once.
But luckily, I’m not in the driver’s seat anymore. I’ve more than done my part.
I’m hot, young, sexy, and willing. Darcy wants to bury his cock so deep inside me that my eyes go crossed. I can feel it when he holds my body against his iron-hot twelve-inch cock.
Madeline wants my cunt on her tongue. I can tell by the way she flicks my lips with the warm, wet tip of it, pantomiming the way she wants to lick my clit.
Their kisses become more intense. More reckless. Harder. Faster.
My head is spinning. My cunt is throbbing. But as they steal me back and forth from each other, with every cell of my body, I only find myself wanting more and more and more.
We fall to the bed, all three of us at once. In a scramble, they pin me down. I see them smile at each other as they do it, both taking a wrist and pressing it hard against the mattress.
No matter how I twist and turn my hands beneath their clutches, it’s no use.
There’s no escape, and I prefer it that way.
The way their mouths descend on my body is something straight out of National Geographic. I’ve seen hunting lions sink into the flesh of a fleeing gazelle in the exact same way. Darcy and Madeline take my nipples into their mouths simultaneously with a wild abandon so animalistic, David Attenborough should be narrating it: Watch as these two apex predators take down the majestic Liz-zebra, their preferred prey.
My nipples are so hard and sensitive and flushed with longing that they’re practically begging to be nibbled and sucked and bitten. Madeline is doing something with her tongue that’s sending shock waves of pleasure on a direct route from my breasts to my pussy.
Darcy is making me mewl and gasp with the way he’s twisting the other peak between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.
When they release my wrists, I bury my fingers in their hair, one fistful in each hand, simultaneously pulling them closer and pushing them away. That’s how confusing this much sensation is: I can’t stand another second of it without release, and at the same time, I can’t. Get. Enough.
“Ride her,” Darcy orders.
I hear a smack sound against Madeline’s ass that says, Get going, slut. Then Madeline is moving over me, straddling my face with her gorgeous, slender thighs.
Speaking of thighs…
Holy fuck.
Darcy moves between mine.
He elbows his way between my knees, grabbing the delicate flesh of my inner thighs with his demanding fingers. He dips his head down and breathes against my cunt.
Darcy’s breath is hot. Not just sexy hot, but like warm summer day. Picnic by the lake. Breeze laced with sunshine. That kind of hot.
His mouth lingers just over my trembling pussy lips, waiting. For what, I don’t know.
I also honestly don’t fucking care. There’s been enough teasing tonight for the entire weekend. Maybe even an entire lifetime.
I’m ready for Darcy’s tongue. Darcy’s fingers. Darcy’s huge, throbbing cock splitting me open and making me scream in ecstasy.
“Heh.” Darcy laughs, just inches away from my pussy like the fucking bastard he is.
I hate how he can do that—vacillate between insatiable hunger and measured restraint. It’s infuriating, especially when I have no restraint left myself.
But I love it too. This is why Darcy is good at business and why he’s great in bed. He knows exactly how to tease me, how to make me want it.
I’m wet up to my eyeballs just thinking about that gorgeous tongue of his lapping at my clit. At the same time, when I tease him back and make him unhinged, the victory is all the sweeter.
I love the way this billionaire alpha male can be totally in control of a situation…almost as much as I love using my body to make sure he loses that control completely.
“Tell me you want it, Lizzie,” Darcy purrs.
Fuck. That’s too sexy and he knows it. I need to come. Like N-E-E-D need.
And I’m not above begging for it either.
In fact, I’m about to do exactly that.
Until Madeline lowers her clit hard against my lips just as I open my mouth.
“Mmmmph,” I moan. With my mouth full of Madeline’s cunt, that’s the only kind of begging that I can get out.
“What was that, Lizzie?” Darcy jokes cruelly. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Mmmmmmmmph,” I moan again.
“Mmm, Lizzie,” Madeline moans back. She’s grinding the lips of her pussy against the lips of my mouth now. Using me. “You moan so beautifully when you want him. Did you know that?”
“Mmmph!”
“God, she does, doesn’t she?” I can practically hear Darcy licking his lips. “You’ve been a very good girl tonight, Lizzie. Fearless. Brave.”
He flicks his tongue against my clit, and just like that, my whole lower body spasms in delight.
“Mmmmmmph!” I moan, sucking Madeline’s clit into my mouth for effect.
“Oh, fuuuuuuck,” Madeline moans back.
I smile against her cunt, satisfied. Madeline is my only true form of communication now, and that was my sentiment exactly.
“Good girls deserve rewards, Lizzie,” says Darcy.
He licks my pussy like he was fucking born to do exactly that.
At first, all I can do is take it. Madeline’s body was built for pleasure, both giving it and taking it. She knows exactly what she likes, and she’s not afraid to claim it from my mouth as she massages my scalp with her fingertips and rides my face like a jockey on Kentucky Derby day.
Generally, I’m a more generous lover. But presently, Darcy is ensuring that I can’t even control my legs as they twitch and spasm with every flick of his tongue, let alone control Madeline’s orgasms with my lips.
“Oh my god,” Madeline whimpers. “Close…so close…”
Slowly but surely, I feel my own senses regain slightly as Darcy drives me closer to orgasm too. But just as I’m about to come against his gorgeous mouth, Darcy pulls back.
“Mmmmph!” I moan in protest.
“Oh, yesssss, fuck yes,” Madeline hisses in response.
Darcy flicks my clit, and I gasp.
“You come when she does, Lizzie,” he informs me.
Then, businesslike as always, Darcy gets right back to work.
Right. If I want this orgasm—which I do, desperately—then I’m going to have to work for it. Nothing that a Bennett babe hasn’t done before.
I focus on what Darcy is doing to me with his tongue—because it’s working. It’s really fucking working.
Then I set the movements of my own tongue to match. Up-down-up-down. Ring around the rosie. Up-down-up-down—
Oh god. I’m going to come first.
And I fucking can’t.
I refocus my efforts. Up-down-up-down—
“Please, please, please, please, please,” Madeline begs.
I know how that feels. I want to beg too.
Up-down-up—
“Yes…Yes…YES…YES!”
Madeline fucking loses it, pulling my mouth against her pussy as hard as she can and riding my mouth like she’s a hombre in a John Wayne movie.
Meanwhile, between my thighs, Darcy gives me my reward: an org
asm so world-shattering that I have to dig my fingers into the cheeks of Madeline’s round, firm ass just so I have something to hold onto.
“Oh my god,” I pant. I can’t believe how hot that was. And I haven’t even gotten to take Darcy’s dick yet.
But Madeline isn’t close to being done with me.
“Just wait, Lizzie,” she says, moving off my mouth and sliding down my body. She licks my lips, tasting herself on me. She laps up her pussy juices off my cheek. “Don’t think I’m finished with you yet.”
“Actually,” Darcy says, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. “I think it’s my turn, ladies.”
I imagine how we must look to Darcy now. Just two hot, wet cunts still throbbing from orgasm. Two tight asses begging to be used. But Madeline is on top of me. Her holes are probably easier to access.
I roll us over on the bed, rectifying that problem and pinning her down with my tits in the process.
“Are you ready to be fucked, Lizzie?” Darcy asks.
He grabs my ass and spreads me. I whimper as he presses his cock against my pussy, threatening to push inside at any moment.
“Noooo!” Madeline complains before I can give Darcy the affirmative. “I want your cock, Darcy, baby! Don’t give it to her! Give it to me!”
“No cock for you tonight, slut,” Darcy says.
Beneath me, Madeline’s face contorts into an expression of total anguish. I almost feel sorry for her—but her loss is my gain.
“Darcy, please!”
“Lizzie,” Darcy says, grabbing my hair and pushing my face down to Madeline’s. “Shut her up.”
I kiss Madeline, long and hard and with plenty of tongue. It muffles her protests and my moans while Darcy hilts himself inside my wet, greedy pussy.
“Fuck, Lizzie. You’re so fucking tight.”
Darcy wraps a hand around my throat, probing deeper with his huge fucking cock while Madeline writhes beneath me in desperation, seeking a release she’s not going to get.
Not from Darcy, anyway.
But my hands are still free…and what the hell. I’ve always considered myself the giving type.
Darcy makes me orgasm with his cock. I make the escort orgasm too.