Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 2: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) Read Online Free

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    She shook her head, her hips slowing reluctantly.  

    “No. I’m not going to beg for it, Lia. You want to give it to me. You want to make me to cum all over your fingers and your tongue.” The words she spoke rose her own passions and she pushed her clit against the rubber, shaking voice rising.  

    “Just fucking do it, Lia.”

    This is why she’s one of my favorites.

    I stepped closer, using the mild liquid soap to cover my hands, my wrist, my arms….

    She sucked in a breath when I trailed the length of my arm inside the warmth of her cheeks, teasing the tip of my smallest finger inside her, moving it away when she thrust against it.

    She was holding out for the love of the game, biting her cheek to keep from begging. We both loved to play. Again and again I teased her, until she was shuddering with the ache of it, the loss of me inside her. I blinked warm drops of water from my eyelashes, licked another drop from the back of her shoulder. Leaned my head on her, mouth filling the space between her shoulder blades.  

    “Pamela, how long do you think you can stay up there?” I murmured.  

    Her eyes were glazing over, body quivering with building pleasure and the ache of straining muscles.  

    “Long enough.”

    I laughed. “Let’s find out. I’ll fuck your ass, Pamela, but you have to stay still. Perfectly still.”

    My finger traced the curve of her hips, the trembling muscles in her torso. “Do you understand? One thrust, one shiver and you can finish yourself. Though I have greatly enjoyed watching you pleasure yourself on my wall.”  

    I heard Meghan’s steps in the shower, coming closer to see. But this was not the time to coddle my budding voyeur, not when there was this delicious game to play.

    Pamela was rigid, muscles taut as she held still, her breath deep but unhurried. Her arms and legs remained spread apart, trembling and wet and so very inviting.  

    She nodded.

    I slide my hand between her clenched cheeks, leaning into to her. “You must relax somewhere. Here. Ah, there you go sweetie.” She allowed me entrance and I teased her open with a finger, slipping in almost to the second knuckle. She moaned, her muscles clenching my finger but otherwise holding still.

    She was unusually strong willed, this vixen.

    My finger began to circle, slipping out to the first knuckle and back in. Her breathing, though still controlled, increased, eyes squeezing shut. Everyplace but her bottom was tense.  

    Very nice… such exquisite control.

    “Two fingers, Pamela?” She nodded breathing hard. “Two fingers will cost you.”  

    She hissed. “Such a bitch. Cost what?”

    “Well. Now that there’s been unprovoked name calling, I think no movement, no noise. No moans, no sexy whimpers.” I leaned in, nibbling on a shoulder blade, my lips pressed on her back. “Can you do that Pamela? Can you cum in silence, let me work you without making a sound? “

    She gritted her teeth, drowning in desperation and lust. She nodded. Delighted, I slowly edged two fingers in. Moved them out slowly, back in. Her eyes closed in concentration. In and out and then I crossed them like I was fibbing. Her eyes opened, bulging, teeth biting her bottom lip.

    “It’s called the corkscrew. You’ll notice when I twist my hand like this –“ I laughed at her expression. A fucking sexy woman Pamela was.  

    “I like you, Pamela.” I increased the pace of my hand. “Get ready….”

    At her apex I bit her shoulder, hard. She came like a building exploding in a silent motion film; I was amazed she was able to hang on, the way her entire body imploded, a resonance that shook her, pushing forward, her clitoris pressing again along the rubber nub so very patiently waiting between her legs. The orgasm cascaded back through her body, renewing its vigor.  

    Like steel balls on a string, bouncing off each other.

    Back and forth she went, caught between dueling pleasures. Finally her strength