Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 3: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 3: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1)
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then with more enthusiasm, creativity rising with each gasp. She had a vindictive streak, Meghan did. I couldn’t look away at her flickering eyes, a deep thrill knowing this was her first time masturbating to another woman besides me.

    I let her reach the edge, watching as her hips started to rise, then I nibbled her ear and powered off the remote.

    “What, why? The fuck, Lia??” She was panting, squeezing her thighs together.

    “What were you doing?”

    “Doing? I was about to cum. What do you mean, ‘what was I doing’?” She eyed the remote like she was close to taking it from me.

    “What were you thinking about?”

    “I was – um, thinking about…” She trailed of, a new blush of heat on her cheeks.

    “Say it, Meghan.”

    She sighed, looking like she would rather be anywhere else. “I was thinking about fucking the receptionist.”

    “The redhead.”

    “Yes, Lia.”

    “The one you were sure you hated not five minutes past.”

    She didn’t answer.

    “Meghan?”

    She looked at me and I smiled.  

    “Do you still want to fuck her? I can bring her to you wrapped in a pretty little bow. Pink, perhaps?”

    “Jesus, Lia.”

    “She’ll be begging for you, aching for a taste of you. To lick your pussy until you cream all over her face.”

    Meghan was staring up at me, mouth open. “It drives me crazy when you talk like that.”

    I kissed her. Kissed her again until she started squirming, thighs and legs clenching, her pelvis make subtle gyrations.

    “Do you really want to cum right here, Meghan?”

    She looked blankly at me.

    “In public?” I held up the remote, “Should I let you climax, right now in public. Or, do I make you wait?”

    A soft murmur.

    “I didn’t hear you, Meghan.”

    “I said… I don’t want to wait.”

    I pulled her closer.

    “Lia, wait… um.” She shifted her eyes, chest rising with a deep, indrawn breath. “I really -” She turned looking up at me. “I really want to eat you, like right now. Could we…” She smiled nervously, “Could I please, taste you?”

    I blinked slowly. Glanced at my watch.

    “Come with me. Leave your shoes.”

    Under the boardwalk was deserted, great wooden support beams obscuring the expanse of it. I pulled Meghan along the coarse sand, finding a half-submerged post. Told her to stand there, taking my skirt off, tucking the waist into my purse and hanging it on a notch of wood.

    Meghan stood, shivering with the high winds, her feet sinking into the sands. She came closer, uncertain, when I sat on the rough post, my back against a beam.

    I reached up and pulled her to me. Kissed her, running my hands over her breasts, pulling up her shirt to lick her stomach. She hugged my head, gasping when my tongue slipped inside the blue cloth of her panties. The taste of her arousal coating my tongue.

    I told her to kneel.

    “The tide comes in seven minutes.” I smiled. “More or less.”

    The fucking look on her face was enough to make me climax right then, but I held off, pushing her willing head between my spread legs. Her groan mingling with mine.  

    She lapped me like the waves did the shore, spreading little suction kisses along the length of me. Inside me.   When the water started tickling her toes I held her head. She didn’t resist, she didn’t change the pace of her tongue.  

    She went deeper.

    The tide rose, cold splashing my legs. Meghan was taking her time, rhythm unhurried, eternal. Her tongue coaxed me, drawing my hips into her.

    A deep pressure grew at the base of my spine. Her moans pushing me to the edge.  

    Fuck. It was good.  

    She watched me, hungry mouth working. Thick sprays of water coating her face, white foam marking my thighs.

    The water rose and I held her there. Waves running along her back, pushing further, leaving a sandy trails when they receded.
     
    Meghan gripped my thighs when a wave crested higher, overtaking her. I could see her eyes, the top of her nose. She closed
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