Page 25 of Twisted Devotion
“Pants too, Princess.”
There’s the nickname again. “Princess?”
“You’re about to be my pillow princess. Now strip.”
She’s back on me, pressing her front into mine, as she grips both of my tits through my bralette, easily finding my puckered nipples. Her fingers slip beneath it to peel it off of me too. I’m holding the back of her head, encouraging her to keep going, as her free hand slides down my stomach and easily slides into my scrub pants below my underwear to cup my pussy.
With her teeth holding onto my nipple, she murmurs around it, “Pants off.” Instead of letting me take them off, she backs me up to the bed, and when my calves hit it, I fall to the mattress. Lying back on my elbows, I drink her body in as she stands over me. She’s stripped out of her pants but is still wearing her bikini-cut underwear. “Lift for me.”
I place my feet on the edge of the bed and lift my butt. She slides my pants and underwear down, tossing them down on the floor. I get a little self-conscious because I’ve been working all day. “Stevie, I haven’t showered since this morning…”
“I like my pussy seasoned.” That’s all she gives me before she’s spreading my legs by my knees and hitting the floor beside the bed. “Now lie back and enjoy.”
Her eyes are taking in all of me, and I can feel the heat of my blush crawling to my face from my chest. One of her hands lands on my stomach, and she places two fingers on each side ofmy labia, pulling back to free my clit from behind its protective hood. “There she is.”
She’s talking to my cunt—well, my clit—and that’s the end of me. My head flops back when her tongue dips into my vagina, pumping in and out a few times. She hums, and I swear to fuck, the noise goes straight to my cunt.
Probably because she’s face deep in said cunt.
I lift my head to watch as she licks all the way up my slit, and immediately finds my exposed bundle of nerves, sucking it between her lips. Her two fingers move to my entrance, but before pushing them in she pulls her face back and spits on them and my pussy. “Fuck, Stevie, you nasty bitch.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, and she smiles, turning her head to the side to nibble on my already sensitive clit. “Mmm, how’d you know I liked that one?”
She doesn’t give me a chance to answer before shoving her two fingers in me, immediately scissoring them apart, stretching me to her liking. Pumping them in and out slowly, I lean up to see her inside of me just as she starts to work a third in. With rapt attention, I soak up the view and the fullness she’s giving me. “Does the whore want another one?”
I moan and let my head fall between my shoulders from the degradation I have so deeply missed. “Yes, please, one more… Miss.” Her head snaps up, and for the briefest second, I wonder if she doesn’t want to be called that anymore, but the lust that’s in her eyes now says otherwise.
She spits on my cunt again, and I try to relax as much as I can to let her finger into me. She works the third one in slowly beside her others, and when she latches her mouth back to my clit I see the fucking stars. She’s only giving me enough, never too much to push me over the edge, and I can’t help but compare, or maybe compare is not the right word—rather, notice the similarities of how Bo and her eat me practically alive.
And as my brain floats off to Bo, all I can think of is him joining us. I want Stevie to experience him and how that man can fuck like an absolute menace when he wants to. I’m not sure if that’s what finally has me teetering on the edge of an orgasm, or if it’s Stevie and her way too talented mouth, but I’m about to be levitating from this bed if she doesn’t let up.
Then her mouth is gone as she looks around the room. She finds her scrub top on the floor with her free hand and pulls out a packet of lube we carry around for cervix checks.
“Perfect.” She tears it open with her teeth, coating the back of her knuckles and her thumb.
“Stevie…” Now, three or four fingers is a different story than a whole hand.
Her eyes find mine yet again. “Color?”
I wait a second and check in with myself, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on. “Green.”
“So you’re going to stretch around my hand like a good little slut, right?” I whimper and give her a nod. She smacks my tit, commanding, “Words, Audrey.”
“Yes, Miss. Your whole fist please.”
She pumps her four fingers in and out of me, slowly picking up speed, and when I’m relaxed again, she starts to tease her thumb at the tip of her other fingers. I watch as all five fingers enter me to the first knuckle, before she pulls back and does it again. She repeats this until she gets to the second knuckle. The stretch and burn is borderline painful, but I need more.
“More… Please.”
“Next time, your husband and I can double stuff the whore.” My shoulders finally fall to the bed as I moan at the thought of being so full with both of them.
Stevie works her hand in and out of me, while her other hand is focused on my clit. “Oh, you’re stretching around mebeautifully,” she says. And it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for my body to lock up as I come—hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stevie!”
My chest is heaving, my vision still coming to, and my whole bottom half feels like it’s vibrating as she slowly pulls her hand from me. A soft kiss lands on each of my inner thighs, and I smile down at her. Stevie stands over me, still cupping my core, and her lips are back on mine, letting me taste myself on her.
Then when she lies beside me on the bed, I question, “What about you?”
