Page 58 of Her Patron
Miquela removed her jacket and tossed it on her chair. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Sette tried to move again. June grabbed her arms, steadying them both. “No. Don’t move. This gorgeous woman is taking off her clothes. I need something in me, or I’ll die.”
Both women looked at her warily – or wearily, in Sette’s case. “You hear that?” she said to Miquela. “She’ll die without me inside of her.”
“Go ahead. Take your time. I can wait.”
June couldn’t. With one hand, she unzipped Miquela and hastily struggled with the fabric of her feminine boxers. “What, you got this thing locked up or something? Get it out!”
Even though she practically clawed at her strap-on, Miquela sputtered in great amusement. Sette, meanwhile, hid her laugh in June’s blouse.
They could chuckle-snort all they wanted. June had needs. Like both of her women fucking her. Now.
“You heard her. She wants gifts.” Miquela put both hands on Sette’s shoulders, turning her head. “Unless you want to go first,bella.”
Although Sette closed her eyes when Miquela kissed her – much to June’sgreat, wriggling amusement –she was quick to open them again, a sleazy smile spreading beneath Miquela’s lips.
“You’dlovethat.”
“What? Winning, no matter what?”
Sette revealed her fingers –that’s me on them! –and smacked them against Miquela’s mouth to make her back away.
“I’m good, thanks.”
Miquela knew how to take subtle rejection well. At least for now. “I’m more than prepared to show her what real sex is, anyway. Thanks for warming her up, though.”
“Warming her up? That’s all I did?” June was still fighting a frustrating battle against Miquela’s clothes when Sette finally let her move her legs for the first time in minutes. “What do you call this?”
Miquela looked from June’s face to her thighs. “Like I said. Thanks for warming her up. I’ll take over from here.” June finally found that stupid strap-on. “As you can see, she has needs. You’re out of commission. Move along now.”
Sette made a grand show of cuddling up next to June and kissing her softest spots while she looked a total fool launching herself at Miquela’s emerging strap-on.
“Fine. I need to rest, anyway.” Sette pulled herself up to the head of the bed. June sat up, ripping apart and feasting on Miquela’s dress shirt.Tits. Skin. Abs. Now. “I see how it is.”
“With any luck, she’ll be more done than either of us when we’re through.” Miquela craned June’s head back, interrupting her pawing. “You’re not too tired for me, are you?”
“Fuck no,” she sputtered. June wasn’t lying, either. This was a woman who could go as many times a day as necessary… then again, that didn’t usually include Miquela and the incredible way she used her hefty assets to throw a woman over the climax cliff.Fuuuuck me, do that now!Good thing Sette had gone first.Hope you enjoy the show, honey. She flashed Sette a knowing look before throwing everything she had at Miquela.
Did she want June to put on another show? Find ways to seduce her, even though she had long been seduced into June’s world?Evidently. Miquela curled those intoxicating lips into a smile as June clawed her bare breasts. June ripped off her top. Time to let Miquela show what she could do with that thing between June’s breasts.
“I wish you could both see what I’m seeing right now.” Miquela’s touch turned from a gentle caress on the cheek to a hard squeeze of the shoulder. “I’ve never seen a woman so eager to please me, of all people.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Sette said. “She gave me the same irresistible look.”
“Did she give it to you while you did this to her?”
“Considering sex toys seem to completely addle the brains of all women around me, I can only imagine what else you have planned for that thing. Just don’t think you’re fucking my boobs, too. No thanks. I’d rather have a view of the Grand Canyon’s depths coming for me.”
“You really know how to pick some charmers,mi amour.” Miquela’s fingertips descended the bridge of June’s nose, stopping short of her upper lip. “Now tell me, does she fuck you half as good as I do?”
June licked the tip of the strap-on, currently wedged in her cleavage. “What do you think, ma’am?” Hadn’t she seen what happened between her and Sette? Just because Sette played by different rules of pleasure from Miquela didn’t mean she couldn’tgo. “Think I was faking it?”
“Not at all. Because I know what you sound like when you’re having the lay of your life. Now I know why you couldn’t choose between us.”
“It goes much deeper than that.”
What a juvenile grin!Haha, I said deeper. June clutched Miquela by the base of the strap-on, and with both eyes locked on hers, lowered her mouth until she was valiantly trying to swallow it whole.
