Knox #2
And then came the moment.
Yanna turned to face Dana, lifting her toned, thick leg onto Dana’s shoulder, her body poised like a sculpture, dangerous and divine. Dana leaned forward, lips brushing low on Yanna’s abdomen, just above the spot where fire blooms and honey drops.
Not being able to take any more, I stood behind Dana, whispering in her ear, “Just taste her mama, I know you want to.”
Doing as she was told, she licked her tongue over Yanna’s swollen clit, causing her body to jerk.
“Good girl,” I praised.
Yanna’s body reacted, trembling, arching, a gasp escaping her mouth. Dana’s hands slid along her hips and inner thighs like a lover who knew the rhythm of her soul. A slow, reverent touch followed by a whisper of her tongue as she ate Yanna’s pussy with a packed audience.
The crowd didn’t exist anymore, only them.
Ajaih leaned into my ear this time, “Still think we’ve seen everything?”
I couldn’t even answer because I didn’t want to blink and miss what came next. My mind was blown as I watched Dana eat pussy in a room filled with lustful stares as if it was her profession. The fucking wine lady was a real eater, pleasure pouring from both sets of Yanna’s lips.
Patrons tossed money like it was confetti at a coronation as she lowered her leg and dropped into a squat and started twerking slowly, every movement calculated seduction.
Making her way back to Dana, who was seated like a queen waiting to be served a feast on a rose gold platter, Yanna climbed right onto her lap, slow, sensual, sliding her thigh between Dana’s, grinding her pussy up and down Dana’s soft thigh as her head dropped back, and Dana sucked the smooth skin of her neck, making Yanna exhale a moan that echoed off the obsidian tiles.
The room held its breath as we witnessed worship, the crowd drenched in heat, noise, and want, but I had the privilege of sitting in the front row, closest to the flame, totally consumed.
“Ahhhhhhh, Dana, babyyyyy,” Yanna cried out, a flood of juices dripping down Dana’s thigh.
“Needy and responsive,” Dana smirked, kissing Yanna’s full lips.
I couldn’t wait another second as I grabbed Dana and Yanna and walked them to a private room.
The second that door clicked shut behind us at The Obsidian Bloom, the weight of every stolen glance, every teasing touch, came crashing down in one unrelenting wave of hunger. This wasn’t a fantasy anymore. This was my filthiest daydream, breathing, moaning, and ready to swallow me whole.
Yanna led the way, hips swaying, her anal plug sparkling between her round ass as she bent forward, enticing me.
It was like it was winking at me, daring me to help it bring Yanna to her knees with pleasure.
Dana followed, eyes locked on that ass like she wanted dessert before dinner.
I stepped in behind them, my breath already shallow, dick straining against my slacks, begging to be set free.
We didn’t speak. Didn’t have to.
Yanna turned, her lip caught between her teeth. “You,” she whispered, eyes half-lidded. “You’ve been looking at me like you wanted to touch me the whole damn night.”
“You weren’t wrong,” I growled, stepping into her space. “And now you’re mine.”
Before I could grab her, Dana was already behind her, wrapping her arms around Yanna’s waist, palms moving like silk over her body as she slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders, causing it to pool at her feet as her hands grabbed her hips.
Their skin together looked like a fucking dream.
I watched, transfixed, as Dana’s hand traced the curve of Yanna’s ass, fingers grazing the base of it with wicked purpose.
Yanna moaned, her head falling back onto Dana’s shoulder. “Goddamn…”
I pulled off my shirt slowly, letting their eyes drink in every inch of me. When Yanna’s hand slid over my chest, brushing the gold chain around my neck, I was already pulsing. “Do it,” she said. “Touch me like you’ve been starving for it.”
So I did.
I cupped her full breasts, warm and soft, tweaking her nipples just hard enough to make her cry out. Dana devoured that moan with a kiss to the back of her neck while her hand slid between Yanna’s legs, playing with her clit like she owned it.
“Help me make her cum,” Dana purred, eyes locked on mine. “So we can ruin you after.”
That lit something in me.
I dropped to my knees, gripping Yanna’s thighs as she widened them.
Dana held her steady, whispering filth into her ear as I buried my face between her legs.
Her taste? Fuck. Sweet, heady, like heat and everything forbidden.
I tongued her clit slow, then fast, then sucked it hard while Dana rolled her nipples and rocked against her from behind.
Yanna came fast and loud, trembling against my mouth, gasping my name like it was gospel and sin all at once. “Knox—fuck! Right there. Mmmmmm—”
I didn’t stop until her legs buckled.
Standing up, Dana pulled me to her and kissed me, licking Yanna’s release from my lips like it was her favorite flavor. “Sit down,” she ordered, her voice suddenly full Domme. “Let us take care of you.”
I sank into the velvet lounge, legs open wide, dick hard and heavy, precum leaking down the shaft.
Dana dropped first, licking me from base to tip, slow and nasty.
Yanna followed, tongue circling my balls, and my gooch as she spread me open and kissed the rim of my asshole.
My body jerked as Dana sucked me to the back of her throat and hummed as Yanna pushed her tongue completely in my asshole and stroked in and out like it was a dick.
Their mouths worked in rhythm, wet and messy, yet perfect.
“Fuck. Just like that,” I groaned, fisting Dana’s short curls gently. “You two are gonna make me lose it.”
They moaned together, the vibrations on my dick and asshole in tandem before their tongues met together and began to slide over each other, trading spit and precum like it was sacred.
“You ready to feel magic?” Yanna asked, voice dripping with temptation as she bent over, spread her dripping pussy lips apart before standing up and licking her fingers. “Or you need one more round?”
“I need both of you, now.”
Dana climbed into my lap, straddling me, and I slid inside her in one deep, filthy stroke.
She was so fucking wet, I could feel her arousal running down my shaft before I even moved.
She rolled her hips like she was riding a wave, grinding her clit against my pelvis while I held her ass, feeding her every inch.
“Pussy so fucking tight,” I groaned, fucking her deep and slow at first, then faster, my hips snapping up to meet her bounce as I slapped her ass.
Yanna didn’t wait as she slid behind Dana, kissing her, hands roaming her body. When Dana leaned forward to suck my tongue, Yanna moved down between us and started licking my dick before licking Dana’s asshole, causing her pussy to clinch around me before licking where we were connected.
That shit wrecked me.
Watching them like that, Dana moaning into my mouth, Yanna’s tongue teasing every inch she could reach, I was in another world mentally.
I flipped Dana onto her back, legs in the air, and started pounding her while Yanna sat on her face, riding her tongue like it was a mechanical bull. I reached up, gripped Yanna’s ass, guiding her rhythm as Dana’s tongue continued to work between her thighs.
Dana was loud, wild, her fingers clawing the lounge, her body squirming under the assault of my strokes and Yanna’s dripping pussy on her tongue as I pulled out of Dana and dragged Yanna to me, flipping her over.
I slammed into her from behind, her plug still glinting between her cheeks. Her pussy gripping me like a vice, wet and pulsing as it took every inch I had to give.
“Shit, Knox!” she gasped, arching back. “Fuck me, nastier. I’m a big girl; I can take it.”
I did just that. Pounded that phat pussy hard and rough, not showing it an ounce of mercy.
“Yesssssss, baby, just like that,” she moaned.
She reached for Dana’s face again, kissing her messy, fingers tangled in her curls as I fucked her so deep her moans came out slurred.
Their bodies being in sync with each other like true lovers, they both orgasmed back-to-back, Dana squirting all over the lounge, Yanna creaming all over my dick.
“Take all this nut, baby,” I growled, pulling Yanna close, wrapping my arm around her chest as I buried myself one last time.
I exploded inside her, wave after wave, grunting her name like it burned on my tongue. When I pulled out, she collapsed onto Dana, both of them panting, spent, glistening, and used exactly how I wanted them.
Yanna looked over her shoulder with a smile that said she’d been fucked thoroughly but wanted more.
I should’ve been done.
But I wasn’t.
Not with the way Yanna’s back arched as she stretched, that jeweled plug winking up at me again, and Dana’s thighs parted slightly as she shifted, revealing that creamy mess still leaking from her swollen pussy.
I licked my lips and sat up. “You two thought I was finished?”
Yanna turned her head lazily and grinned like a cat with cream on her tongue. “We hoped not.”
Dana rolled onto her stomach, ass in the air, chin propped on her forearms. “Show us you’ve got more than pretty words and one round in you.”
As I was about to eat Dana from her pussy to her ass, there was a knock at the door.
We knew who it was and we couldn’t wait to continue the night with them. I didn’t say a word. I just got up, naked, still half-hard, and opened the door.