She swallows roughly beneath my fingers. I spin her, pressing her back to Styx who is more than willing to play, his hand immediately unhooking her teasing bra, letting the lace tumble to our feet, exposing her already hard nipples.
His fingers move around her sides before he brushes them, making her moan and sag back against them.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you, Kitty Kat?” Styx growls, pinching and rolling her nipples, making her whimper for him.
“Our girl is always ready for us,” I murmur, loving how true that fact is. “I bet she’s fucking soaked for us too.”
My hand skims down her stomach, my fingers tucking under the lace of her panties.
“Styx, Ryder,” she moans, rocking her hips in an attempt to get my fingers where she needs them.
“I didn’t think we had time, Kitten,” I tease.
“If you don’t touch me, Montrou, I’ll cut your dick off in your sleep with your own knife.”
“Damn, Kitty Kat means business,” Styx jokes.
“She wouldn’t,” I state confidently. “She needs it. No way would she be happy with just yours to satisfy her.”
“Time’s ticking, boys. Get on with it or I’ll take matters into my own hands and make you watch.”
“As tempting as that is,” I say, leaning closer and brushing my lips against hers. “I’d much rather go out tonight with your taste on my tongue and your scent on my fingers.”
“Ryder,” she gasps as I sink two digits inside her before claiming her lips.
I swallow her moans as I finger-fuck her, while Styx continues playing with her tits.
“More, more,” she begs when I kiss down her throat.
“Five minutes,” Styx points out.
As much as I don’t care if we end up with an audience, although probably not the best for D to find out in such a visual way that I’m addicted to his sister’s cunt.
Dropping to my knees, I lift my finger to my mouth, painting my lips in my girl’s juices.
Her eyes burn into me, her erratic breathing filling the room. “Ryder,” she moans.
Sweeping my tongue along my bottom lip, I groan in pleasure before pushing both fingers into my mouth and licking them clean.
“Addicted, Kitten. Fucking addicted.”
I drag her panties down her legs and place her foot on the bed beside us, opening her up for me.
“She wet for us, bro?” Styx asks, his deep voice rumbling around the room.
“Fucking dripping, man. But nothing like she will be tonight when we pump her full of cum.”
“Oh God,” she moans, rolling her hips temptingly.
“Nothing fucking better than seeing our cum running out of you, darlin’.”
“Animals,” she mutters, but anything she was going to follow that up with is immediately forgotten when I latch onto her clit.
“RYDER,” she screams, her fingers twisting in my recent attempt to style my hair.
“A little help, man,” I ask, not moving my mouth from our girl so she gets the benefits of my deep voice.
She moans when one of Styx’s hands leaves her tits, but that is soon replaced by a gasp when he pumps fingers into her from behind.