Chapter 9
eager to please
Nova
When I told them to use me for their pleasure, I had no idea what I would receive in return. I should’ve known Amir and Savannah would ruin me for anyone else and we aren’t even done yet. I’m an instrument made for their pleasure, finely tuned for them to play until their hearts are content.
My curves are lush against hers, our clits kiss with every buck of his hips and my senses heighten. I slump into her neck with hushed cries as I feel myself getting close. He digs his hands into my hips, driving me wild as her body thrums beneath me.
“Can I please come?” I beg. He pulls out, making me whine from the emptiness. “Please, Da—”
My protest dies on my tongue when his dick slaps against my pussy. It’s almost too much to bear when he rubs his tip generously on my sensitive clit, coaxing my need once more.
I forfeit with a scream, and arousal drips from my core, running down my legs onto Savvy. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come tonight. More than I ever thought possible.
“That was so fucking sexy,” he breathes, dropping to his knees to lap up the mess. “I want you to remember how good we made you feel.” His flattened tongue drags over my inner thighs before he sloppily licks my arousal from between her legs.
“You’re the perfect girl for us. So fucking good,” she says in a low tone, sending chills down my spine.
Oh fuck.
“Our girl is a squirter. Told you we were gonna change that.”
“A man of his word. I respect that.”
“Speaking of, you want to watch me fuck my wife while you sit on her face?”
Fuck yes.
“I’d love that,” I say, crawling over her body to straddle her face.
“Only if you’re gonna come in me,” she demands, I feel her breath against my aching pussy as she spreads her legs further to welcome him.
“I’ve been edging all night so I can fill you up in front of Baby Girl,” he says, stepping away from the bed as he slips off the condom, tossing it into the trash before lining himself up to plunge inside of her.
Savvy’s manicured toes distract me, swaying just inches away from my face. My hand wraps around her ankle and my tongue caresses her foot before I place her toes into my mouth. Savvy slurps and hums into my pussy as I roll my hips over her.
“That’s it. Ride my fucking face,” she moans, spanking my ass as I grind faster.
Amir’s coffee brown eyes flood me with desire as he appreciates the view. He swirls his thumb over her clit, increasing his thrusts as he holds my gaze.
“Mmm. Good girl. You are just what we fucking needed,” he says softly.
He maintains his rough thrusts, worshipping her other foot, and she wails between my thighs. She latches onto my clit, sucking harder as I moan with my mouth full. Her legs shake in our grasp, but she doesn’t let up.
He releases her from his mouth, eyeing me while he takes what’s his.
“Come, Baby Girl. Come for my fucking wife. You can do it.”
We surrender at his call, her tits bouncing as she owns me, stealing another orgasm as she shudders on his dick.
His hand engulfs mine, helping me off Savannah, and I rest beside her.
When she turns to me, her beautiful face glistens with my juices, and it ignites me.
I lean forward, eager to taste myself, fusing my lips to hers.
“You two are fucking incredible. My God,” he grunts, sitting beside us on the bed.
“I could watch you all night. I bet they could too.”
He tilts his head toward the two-way mirror, a reminder of the show I asked to put on. Fuck. I’ve been so engrossed in them that I forgot we’re being watched. There are spectators outside that door, relishing the most amazing night of my life, and I hope they enjoyed every moment as much as I have.
“How are you feeling, Baby Girl?”
“Good. I’m still green,” I sigh, sneaking a peek over my shoulder to admire him bare.
He leans back onto the mattress, his hard, veiny length staring back at me, shiny with Savvy’s cum.
This man is exceptional. My God.
I sit up and crawl over, palming the base before taking him into my mouth, moaning as I indulge in Savannah’s taste once more. Her palms spread my ass, catching me off guard when her warm tongue glides over my puckered hole.
Oh my God.
“Goddamn. My girls are so fucking nasty. I won’t be able to hold off much more if you’re gonna do shit like that.”
I release my mouth with a hiss, arching my back for her.
“Then we need to make Daddy come, don’t we?” Savannah asks, closing the distance between us as she nips at my lip.
“Yes, we do.”
“Lay right there, baby,” she orders, pointing toward the headboard.
He scoots further back onto the bed and lies back. She approaches him on all fours, taking his hand as she squats over him to ride reverse. Her luscious frame stuns, a delicious spread to feast upon.
Holy fuck.
Her hands toy with him, teasing her entrance with the tip and she spits on it. She faces me as she eases her pretty pussy further onto his dick.
The sight is so intoxicating that I join them, bending forward to part her seam with my tongue. I never considered myself to be greedy before now, but every chance I get, I need a taste.
“That feels so good. Please don’t stop,” she pleads, pressing her palms into the mattress for leverage as he fucks into her.
My tongue teases her clit between strokes, her hips drive forward, needy and desperate for release.
“Eat that fuckin’ pussy, Baby Girl.” He gruffs, thrusting harder.
“You want that cum? Beg for it, baby.”
“Come in me, Daddy. Please?” she begs with pleading eyes.
“Take that reward, baby. Take it,” he grunts, coming with a roar as he pounds deeper into her.
“Shit. That was so fucking good. Oh my God, baby.”
“I know,” she sighs, slumping onto his lap.
“Nova, baby? Lick that cum out of my wife’s pussy.”
I spur forward, trailing my tongue over her swollen pussy before licking into her, satisfying my endless appetite with their mixed arousal.
“Get all that fucking cum, Baby Girl.”
Her moans send heat to my core and I squeeze my thighs together, focusing on her. She grips my head, pressing my face into her center, and it sets my body aflame. I meet her lustful gaze, taking what I need one last time. “You’re going to share?” she asks, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
God, yes.
I oblige, gathering their essence and holding it as I lean forward, her lips crashing against mine. We split the reward, our tongues lashing as Daddy hums appreciatively.
“My good girls. Come here,” he says, patting the space beside him and we follow.
Savvy and I nestle ourselves on each side of his chest, our hands entwined.
“Happy anniversary,” I say, resting my leg over his.
“That was unbelievable,” she pants, catching her breath. “Thank you, Nova,” they say, talking over each other.
“Thanks for letting me be a part of your special day. It was everything.”
“Oh? I don’t think we’ve heard that before,” he admits, his low timbre rumbling his chest.
“Were we just like your romance books?” she asks, squeezing my hand in hers.
“Better,” I quip, smiling to myself. “So much better.”
The best I’ve ever had.
We free him from our entangled limbs, Savannah pulling me into her arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
He climbs out of bed, padding across the hardwood floor, offering a wave to the mirror before drawing the blackout curtains. He disappears into the en-suite, flipping on the light switch, and a warm glow filters through the open door. The sound of running water from the tap breaks the silence.
“I cannot believe we just did that,” I giggle, my cheeks heating as I cover my face.
“That was a first for us. I loved it.”
“So did I. You two were perfect.”
She hums softly while running her hands up and down my back.
“You are so beautiful.”
I’m unsure of what to say because I know this isn’t happening again. I agreed to the terms seeking a good time, and that’s what I got. As someone who prides myself on keeping things casual, I hadn’t considered how it might feel after.
My thoughts are halted when the faucet shuts off and Amir emerges from the bathroom with two damp washcloths in hand for us. I hum at the warmth as I clean myself up, glancing over at Savannah as she does the same.
Amir busies himself, gathering our clothes from the floor and setting them at the foot of the bed. He tracks down his shoes and sets them by our bedside, retrieving the washcloths and tossing them into the laundry basket by the door.
“I’m not in any rush. I just like to know where things are,” he assures, stepping back into his boxer briefs.
When Savvy excuses herself to the bathroom, I start eyeing my clothes. I’m not in a rush to leave, but I respect them enough not to overstay my welcome. After all, I am a guest and this is their tradition.
“Um. Thanks for inviting me,” I blurt when she exits the bathroom, slipping a robe over her shoulders. “I’m going to head out.”
“Thank you for being our gift. Dare I say the most memorable one yet. What do you think, baby?” he asks, looking at her.
“Absolutely. I’m so glad you messaged us. Such a perfect fit,” she adds with a soft smile.
I feel the same way about them.