my eyes rolling back in my head, and I can’t help shoving my rock-hard erection up against her thigh and rubbing against it like a hellhound in heat.
Keeping our hands linked and still stroking my horns, I dip my head down to those pretty tits. I position my head just underneath her breasts and drag my tongue up over the underside of those soft mounds, over the pebbled nipple and up to her collarbones. Then I lick right back down, tasting the softness, inhaling the scent of her.
I feel the bed shift as Raz moves down. I don’t bother looking over. I latch on to Katrina’s nipple and reach for her other breast with my free hand, pinching the little button between my fingers and tugging lightly. I’m rewarded with a little gasp.
My cherry likes that.
I slowly work her, drawing the sensations out, getting a little rougher with each tug. I feel the bed shift a second time, and Katrina’s body shifts as she lifts her hips. I feel the back of Raz’s hand slide down my pants and over my hard shaft as he works off Katrina’s night shorts.
Mmm. I can smell her arousal, and it’s delicious.
I lean up to steal a kiss as I hear Raz plant gentle kisses on her thighs. I grin when my cherry bites my bottom lip and then stares up at me, her pupils blown, excitement consuming her.
I take my hand off of hers on my horn, letting her continue to stroke it on her own, and I dive back down towards her lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth as both of my fingers twist her little nipples hard.
I swallow her sweet little moan before I abandon her lips and trail my mouth down her neck. I need to go suck those pretty nipples I just hurt and kiss them until they’re all better. My eyes slide down and watch Raz lick slowly up each of her thighs with the flat of his tongue, teasing her, before clamping his hands down on her hips and diving in to taste our delectable girl.
I palm one breast and lap gently at the other, my eyes darting from his face to hers as he laps at her core. His eyes are locked on her and burn with such intensity, they feel like lasers.
Katrina mewls and bucks, and that’s when I can’t take it anymore. The others all call me crazy, but this is the first time I’ve ever actually felt that way. I’m so consumed by the need to touch and taste her, and have her do the same, that I feel physically dizzy.
“Cherry, baby, I need your hand,” I tell her, releasing her and then removing her hand from my horn so I can slide backwards and shove down my pants. I didn’t wear underwear, so I’m naked in less than a second, my dick bobbing up proud. He craves my Center’s mouth.
I imagine shoving my cock down her throat, how her eyes might water but she’d swallow me down anyway, and my dick weeps with joy at the thought.
But she’s not quite ready for that. She’s still too innocent. “One day,” I whisper to my dick, promising him more to come. But tonight…will still be the best thing ever, because it’ll be her hand on me. I snatch up her left hand, where she’s currently clawing at the comforter as her hips buck against Raz’s hold. I yank it up to my face and lick her from palm to fingertips.
“Akor!” she gasps. But when I shove her hand down towards my cock, close it over my dick, and make her clamp down so hard that it’s halfway painful—just how I like it—my girl stops talking. Katrina starts stroking. It’s slow and agonizing and…perfect.
I lean back over and lap at her nipple like a kitten drinking milk. Her hand tightens like a vise, and I fuck into it, while my tongue vibrates faster and faster against her sensitive breasts.
Katrina arches up, and I hear her muttered, “Yes, oh god, yes,” much more clearly than at the dance when I was under her skirt.
It’s like music.
Justin Bieber has nothing on Katrina’s sex noises, dammit.
When Katrina comes, she twists my dick and squeezes so hard that the pain and pleasure shoot right through me and my vision goes black, the world spinning as I spurt jet after jet of cum up her arm.
We both collapse back down onto the bed at the same moment, sighing in