22.1
Adriano
Nathaniel and I take our time with Georgina. I pick her up and carry her to Nathaniel's desk, her legs wrapped around my waist and my lips planted firmly on hers. We lay her out on the surface, her legs splayed out and her perfect body fully on display for us.
Then both of us devour her. Our mouths are on her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs… and her perfect pink pussy. We take turns licking her, fingering her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm over and over, but always pulling away. We tease her until she's panting and desperate, all frustrated groans and sighs and completely undone, the opposite of perfectly put-together Georgina.
I want to see her like this every day – totally unraveled, moaning and pleading, her cheeks flushed with desire and need.
We don't let her touch either of us, not once, even though it would be so easy to tell her to wrap her lush lips around our cocks and suck us dry. Instead, we focus entirely on her until she's begging over and over for release.
"Please," she says again, her voice a cross between a whisper and a whine. Nathaniel looks up from where he is, bent with her breast in his mouth.
"I don't know, Adriano," he says. "What do you think?"
"I think," I start, my voice trailing off as I run my tongue up her wet slit, "that Georgina should tell us exactly what she wants."
"Yes," she breathes, as I pull her clit into my mouth. Her hips arch, and she squeezes my head between her thighs, but I pull away, causing her to moan loudly in frustration.
"Is this what you want?" Nathaniel asks, guiding his cock toward her lips. She opens her mouth, but he pauses just above her tongue.
"Tell us exactly," I demand, pausing to tear open a condom and roll it onto my hard cock.
Her eyes flicker over me as I apply lube to the butt plug and show it to her. "Yes," she whispers.
"Yes, what?" I ask.
"Yes to everything."
Yes to everything.
But that's not enough for Nathaniel, who growls his response. "Tell me just how much you want to wrap your lips around my cock," he says, as I push the butt plug right to her entrance and pause there.
"I want your cock in my mouth," Georgina moans. "I want to swallow you while Adriano fucks me."
"And you want this?" I ask, pressing the lubed-up plug against her hole and pushing to slide it slowly inside.
"Yes." She tenses initially, then relaxes, groaning as it settles inside her. Nathaniel grabs her hair and guides her mouth to his cock. She's lying on her back on the desk, her head turned so that Nathaniel can fuck her mouth, and her ass nearly off the end of the desk so that I can fuck her.
And I'm definitely going to fuck her.
Now, there's no more foreplay, no teasing strokes or gentleness. My hands under her thighs and pulling them against me for leverage, I slide easily into her wet cunt. "Oh, fuck, you're tight," I groan, my breath catching as her tightness envelops me.
"Her pussy is fucking perfect," Nathaniel agrees, fisting her hair as he pumps his cock inside her mouth.
Nathaniel and I quickly fall into a rhythm, one at each end of Georgina, her body jostling back and forth as we fuck her. She makes little muted moaning sounds that get quicker as our rhythm builds in speed. Nathaniel is right; her pussy is fucking perfect. It's warm and tight and so damn wet, I can't get enough. I want to feel her bare on me, with no barrier between us. I have no idea how long we fuck her. It seems like forever. Each thrust of my cock inside her pushes the butt plug into her ass, and her moans turn into little grunts. Her pussy swells around my cock, and it takes everything I have to wait until she comes, her body convulsing and her pussy squeezing my cock so tightly I can't help but let go inside her.
I pull her tightly against me, holding her thighs around me as I come in a white-hot explosion. Then Nathaniel groans loudly, his hand still gripping her hair tightly as he pumps into her mouth. She's moaning and swallowing and I can't fucking believe I'm inside her, her pussy muscles milking me of everything, as I watch Nathaniel come in her mouth.
Everything about it feels incredibly wrong. Georgina was right to freak out and run when she did. Even I know this is a disaster waiting to happen. We can't just keep fucking the President's daughter. Someone will find out – and that would ruin all of us. I'm supposed to play it clean… and this is exactly the opposite of playing it clean.
This is playing it really fucking dirty.
But then I look at Georgina, her head tilted back against the surface of the desk, hair mussed and eyes smudged with mascara. She probably thinks she looks like a train wreck – Georgina is nothing if not totally put-together – except she doesn't. I just stand there for a second practically gaping at her because I want to memorize what she looks like right now.
I want this picture permanently etched in my brain – Georgina on her back on the desk, flushed and breathless after Nathaniel and I ravished her.
Georgina's hand goes to her hair and then to her lips, and she breaks eye contact, looking suddenly self-conscious. "I… don't know why I keep doing this," she says, her voice soft.
I grin, playing it more casual and confident than I really am. "Yeah, you do, sugar. Because for the first time in your life, you're having toe-curling sex and you don't want to stop."
She lets out a loud exhale. "I don't want to stop, but I think about someone finding out, or –"
"Less thinking, more fucking," Nathaniel growls. "Can we all agree on that?"
"I told you that if I got you in bed, I wasn't letting you out for a week," I remind her.
"Double that time frame, since there's two of us," Nathaniel says, his lips turned up at the corners. "I hope you didn't have plans for two weeks."
Georgina's eyebrows go up. "We have to leave here tomorrow."
"Well, it's a good thing we're very friendly neighbors."
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