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Evelyn awoke writhing. Her limbs tangled in bed sheets. Another wet drag of a tongue on her pussy made her eyes spring open wide. She saw Wesley's head between her supple, sensitive skin, suckling at her core. God, this must be some kind of hell. His hair tickled her inner thighs as he continued his assault, all the while looking up at her with his curious, navy eyes.
His lips caught her clit, and Evelyn writhed again, tossing her head back down to the pillows and arching her back. The intense sensation brought her nearly to tears. Her gasp caught his attention and he hit pause.
Harder there. Much more of that please. She wanted to say everything aloud, but fear of reparations kept her silent. The boy could work a tongue, but he also needed to stop murdering her clit with it.
Evelyn's hands found his thick hair, unconsciously moving his entire head away from the inflamed bundle of nerves. He took the cue. Wes kept stroking and suckling, nipping at he outer lips like a dog with a bone. She felt the build-up of her orgasm cresting, as he continued pawing at something, pushing her flesh almost against her pelvis, and it felt amazing. Just stay there, please. So close.
Wesley darted his tongue against the one area he'd been denied yesterday. His tenacity got the best of him, or was it that he was too weak to hold out? She'd been so peaceful, fresh and clean after the ordeal they put her through, still perfect. He hated that each time they used her his father insisted she be run through a car wash of scrubbing and spraying to make her shiny and bright again. Drowsy and compliant, Evelyn covered herself as best she could with her arms and shivered after being rubbed raw with towels. Lastly, they'd hastily braided her blonde curls before dumping her on his bed.
She'd fallen asleep as Wesley spooned her from behind, kissing the back of her neck and wrapping a hand around her chest, brushing up against her stiff cold nipples. Before he drifted off, he heard her subconscious moan, wiggling her bottom against his hips.
He was supposed to get her to give him a blowjob this morning. His father, of course, insisted she keep to a strict schedule, otherwise she'd get the wrong idea. But her gentle breathes raising and lowering her breasts, tempted him to start nuzzling, and kissing, and eventually licking and suckling between her thighs.
James, for the man whore that he was, never gave Wesley any direction. Just a dick all around, for an older, more experienced brother. Never one to give him any help with anything, other than boasting about socialite gossip.
Wesley returned to watching Evelyn whimper and writhe beneath his tongue. His cock had other intentions. It wanted to know why he was wasting so much time eating when he could be fucking instead. If he heard another moan from her mouth, or if she quivered her thighs against his temples again, he wouldn't be able to keep on schedule. He stuck two fingers inside her pussy instead.
Evelyn wiggled her hips against his tongue, grasping at his head with two hands, making circles so she could find her own sweet spot. Enough for him to figure out the pattern. She didn't even know how fucking sexy she looked taking her hands back to her breasts. She looked delicious kneading them and tugging. She couldn't be so bold to play directly with her nipples, but she did want to feel something on them.
In a blink she climaxed against his mouth. With his fingers dipped into her core, he felt every snap her cunt made. It made his cock surge with blood, ready to pounce, needing to be inside this clenching wet heat. Her moans began to fade, but her eyes still squeezed shut, Wes positioned his fat mushroom tip against her fluttering flesh, gripping it in his hand as if to pull back at any moment should James or his father start knocking at his door.
