Page 122 of Wish I Might
Behind her, Sawyer gave a low whistle.“That’s a pretty used pussy already.”
“Yeah, I see beard burn,” Ava observed, shooting Nash an arch look.“That your work, handsome?”
“Guilty.”
“You leave anything behind other than spit?”
Nash watched T shuck off his clothes, revealing a tight, hairless body and a jutting cock.It wasn’t long, but it was thick.“I didn’t fuck her, if that’s what you mean.”
“Good.”He looked back at Ava to see her lick her lips.She slid off the bed to stand on the floor, nudging Sawyer out of the way, then bent forward and stuck her face in Bailey’s pussy.
“Oh-glargh!”Bailey said, and Nash’s eyes shot back to her face in time to see T sink his dick into her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” T sighed.He leaned forward, grabbing onto Bailey’s tits—for pleasure or support, Nash wasn’t sure—and grinned at Nash.“These are some superior tits, buddy.”
“I’ve always thought so,” Nash agreed.
“Good mouth, too.”T pushed forward slightly then pulled back, dragging his spit-soaked dick across Bailey’s face, and she sucked in a gasping breath.Then he was back in her mouth, not stopping this time until his balls rested on her nose.
Her hands flew up and back to latch onto T’s ass.
“That’s good, baby, you let me know when you need to breathe,” he told her with callous cheer while giving Nash a reassuring nod.“I’m just gonna fuck this throat and squeeze these titties until I nut.”
As he proceeded to do just that while Ava continued to eat her out, Nash circled behind him and crouched so he could see Bailey’s face.Her eyes were closed, her face red from being upside down and holding her breath.Her cheeks were wet with drool, and as T continued to steadily fuck her face, the muffledgluck, gluck, gluckof a wet and nasty throat fuck filled the room.
Worried, because while he could see she was okay—breathing, not in physical distress—he didn’t know if she wasokay,he reached out between T’s spread legs and touched her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open, blinking in confusion, then locked on his.And they simply glowed, gratitude and delight and lust all pouring out of them in waves so intense that he reeled from the impact.She uncurled the fingers of one hand from T’s ass to stretch it out toward him, and he took it, holding onto her, feeling the jolts of T’s cock bottoming out in her throat and the shivers and jolts of Ava’s mouth on her pussy.He felt the orgasm build in her, felt the tremors before he saw her eyes flutter, before he heard the strangled screams around the dick in her mouth.
“Fuck, Ava, you’re making her come,” T said, the words distant and far away to Nash’s ears, but he didn’t need them to know what was happening.Her hand tightened on his, squeezing, squeezing, and he shifted to cradle it in both of his, pressed his lips to it while T’s hips flew, his dick plunging between her lips until with a shout he held himself deep, coming straight down her throat.
Her hair was tangled, her face beet-red and covered with spit and sweat, she was making noises like a choking goat—and she’d never been more beautiful or more precious to him.
“God, I fucking love you,” he murmured, unable to hold the words back.Her eyes were open, half covered by T’s balls, and she gave no indication that she’d heard him.But it didn’t matter.
He’d tell her again, when she didn’t have another man’s dick in her mouth, hadn’t just come from someone else licking her pussy.He’d tell her again, and she’d hear him.
Bailey’s throat was raw, her pussy was still pulsing from her second orgasm of the night, and the dick in her mouth, though it had shrunk considerably since blasting its load down her throat, was still cutting off most of her air.
She’d never felt better in her life.
She was dimly aware of Nash holding her hand, murmuring to her, but the dick in her mouth was finally leaving, letting her suck in her first full breath in she didn’t know how long, and the return of oxygen was almost dizzying.The guy straddling her head—his name was T, she reminded herself—stepped back and put a hand under her head, taking the strain off her neck.Grateful for the help, she let him lift her up to a sitting position, and came face to face with Ava.
Her pink hair stood up in disordered spikes, her face was slick and shiny from eating Bailey’s pussy, and sometime in the last few moments, she’d gotten naked.
Well, almost naked.There was a leather harness around her hips with a fat purple dildo protruding from it.
She didn’t say a word, just slid her hands in Bailey’s tangled hair and kissed her.
Bailey jolted, despite everything somehow shocked, then moaned in pure sensory pleasure.Soft and silky smooth, Ava’s lips rubbed over Bailey’s gently, almost teasingly, before stroking her tongue into Bailey’s mouth.She tastes like me, Bailey realized with delight, and moaned again.
Kissing a woman was just, well, different than kissing a man.Not better, not worse, just different.Softer and somehow sweeter, even when there was a dominate edge—and Ava definitely had that edge.It was in the way she moved her tongue around Bailey’s mouth, used her teeth to nip and scrape.But there was no stubble to scratch her face, and instead of a hard, flat chest there was the delightful soft rub of breasts.
Bailey reached for them, eager to explore, and Ava hummed in approval.“Yeah, love, play with my tits,” she urged, the husky command dancing shivers down Bailey’s spine.She obeyed, plucking at hardened nipples and stroking soft skin.And when Ava broke the kiss and, with the hand tangled in her hair, directed her mouth to those gorgeous teardrop titties, Bailey was more than happy to comply.
She sucked strongly, batting the stiff nipple with her tongue while her hands squeezed and plumped and plucked, Ava’s moans and sighs her reward.
“This is hot,” someone said.She thought it might have been T, but she’d have had to stop sucking to make sure, and it just wasn’t worth it.
