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

allowed myself. I needed to regain my composure.

    She wasn’t ready to see me without it.

    “Meghan. I’m going to leave. I am going to get fresh towels, perhaps turn up the heat. I will take my time. Then I will return.” I looked away at the panic in her face, the way it made her mouth part and her pulse hammer in her throat.  

    “I don’t know what you want me to do, Lia.”

    “If you wish to help Pamela, use the oil to help her relax.”

    She nodded her head and I kissed her. Then again, more roughly, pulling her and pushing her away at the same time. I bit her lip and she gasped, making my grip tighten instinctively.  

    “Just – be still for a moment, Meghan.”  

    Desire warred within me. I searched her face. Was she aware she had pressed on me, her warm thighs grinding upwards, circling her labia on my skin. Oh God help me, she doesn’t even realize, her body craving what her mind hasn’t yet accepted.

    I moaned, fresh waves of heat flooding me. “Jesus, Meghan. I’m trying… Sweetheart, this is not helping.”  

    Pointedly I looked down. Her eyes followed, cheeks flaming when she saw her gyrating pelvis.

    “I didn’t….” She covered her mouth, shaking her head. “Sorry.”

    “Don’t be.” I mustered a grin, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Use the oil.”

    When I returned, after re–organizing the towels, adjusting the temperature, straightening the soaps on the sink, my newly gained composure gained me absolutely nothing.  

    Meghan was on top, straddling Pamela’s thighs, oil covered hands running up and down her torso. Every so often Meghan’s hand would dip lower and Pam would moan, her voice hoarse and used.

    “You like that, Pam? You like it when I touch you there?” She bent closer, rubbing her body against Pamela, oil glistening everywhere. “Does it relax you?”

    It seemed to at that. Instead of writhing and bucking under Meghan’s ministrations, Pamela hips rose and fell like a slow, lazy tide. A whimper, a hitch of breath and she came, only once: A single large swell raising Meghan like a buoy in the ocean. There was a calm sweetness to Pamela’s expression, her eyes heavy lidded, sensual lips curved in a loose smile.

    Meghan searched Pamela’s face, enrapt.

    “Thank you, Meghan.” Pamela murmured and then stretched, luxuriously, hands reaching out to stroke Meghan’s arms, the top of her thighs.

    Ah, I thought. And here it goes.

    The back of her finger brushed between Meghan's legs and Meghan froze, eyes closing, whispering something to herself.

    “I don’t even like you,” she said, shuddering as Pamela’s finger traveled down her oiled slickness. Pamela did something I couldn’t see and Meghan sighed softly, moving her hips.

    “I’m becoming an easy lay,” she muttered.

    “I’ve noticed.” Pamela replied, moving her hands, steady and confident. “It took me months with Lia before I would let a stranger fuck me.”

    Meghan made a noise and attempted to pull away, pausing when Pamela’s finger starting to piston in and out.

    She moaned and Pam laughed.

    “You want me to stop?”  

    Meghan looked around, face unbelieving. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

    Pamela paused and Meghan closed her eyes, shuddering. Moved her hips, circling them with Pam inside her.

    “You want to cum, Meghan? I can give it to you, give you exactly what you’re begging for.”

    Meghan shuddered again, her eyes wide and filled with aching desperation.

    She nodded and whispered “okay” and Pam’s answering smile was the best bitch face I ever saw. She increased the tempo. “I’ll count to five and when I reach five you’re going to cum hard. In the meantime, just take it and moan, little bitch.”

    Meghan, eyes wide, was too shocked by Pamela’s words and abrupt change of attitude to do much of anything else. Her mouth opened. Closed with a snap.

    “ One .” Pam said, pinching Meghan’s left nipple. She squeezed it harder, using