Fournicopia by Delilah Devlin Page A

panther, watching Marti as she delved deeper. He reached out and tweaked Aislinn’s nipples, standing with his shins snuggled against Marti’s back, pushing her closer to Aislinn.
    With Marti’s tongue sliding through her folds and Mondo torturing the tips of her breasts with rasps and tweaks, Aislinn jutted her hips, inviting deeper caresses.
    Mondo released her nipples, pulled the flogger from beneath his arm and circled behind her.
    The next swats weren’t loving or gentle. They spanked, jiggling her flesh.
    She breathed deeply, rocking on the balls of her feet, forward and back. Each stinging swat made her pussy tighten.
    Marti let go of her hips and spread her folds, then tucked her face between her legs and scoured her with lush swipes of her tongue.
    The strokes halted. Mondo’s hands gripped her shoulders from behind. His breath feathered her cheek. “Reach down and brace your weight on her shoulders.”
    Aislinn pulled her hands from her head and bent. Marti scooted backward, fingers still playing with her cunt as Aislinn bent deeper.
    Hard hands parted her buttocks from behind. Fingers plunged inside her and swirled.
    When the tip of Mondo’s cock entered her pussy, Aislinn squeezed her inner muscles, giving him a challenge as he burrowed inside her.
    Mondo laughed and slapped her ass. “I’ll hold her still, Marti. Suck her clit until she screams.”
    Aislinn’s gaze flew to Gus, who stood with his hands fisted at his sides. His gaze took everything in, and yet he seemed content to let this go on. Aislinn gripped the slender woman’s shoulders, digging the fingers of one hand into soft skin and the other into the cap of thick, dark hair and held still beneath the force of Mondo’s measured thrusts.
    Aislinn’s cunt warmed with friction. Marti’s eager pulls hardened her clit until it grew so engorged every draw of her sweet mouth was nearly painful.
    Tension built in her core, tightening, curling, until her breaths grew short and she gasped with each quickening thrust. Until one last hooked stroke sent her hurtling over the edge.
    Aislinn threw back her head, eyes wide open, and screamed, the sharp, shrill sound echoing off the walls.
    Mondo thrust a few more times, drawing out her orgasm. Marti licked her clit in broad swipes to soothe the ravaged knot.
    Aislinn sobbed softly, curled over the other woman, Mondo’s hands gripping her bottom the only things keeping her from wilting toward the floor.
    At last, he pulled free. He embraced her, arms encircling her waist and drawing her up to stand in front of him. He kissed her shoulder tenderly then stepped away. Marti pushed up, giving Aislinn a soft smile, and headed to Jackson who pulled her against his chest.
    Aislinn stood alone, her head down, tears leaking from her eyes. A figure stepped in front of her, a broad chest filling her vision. A thumb tucked under her chin and raised her face. “Think we’re about even?” Gus asked gruffly.
    She melted against his chest, her hands groping his shoulders, then digging into his scalp to pull him to her. When their lips met, she felt a sense of homecoming, of having survived a weary battle and won. “Are you my prize?”
    His chest shook against her as he softly chuckled. “Baby, I’m no prize. I’m just the doughnut guy.”
    “I don’t make just any doughnuts,” she whispered, sliding her face into the corner of his neck and breathing him in.
    The sound of a door opening and then closing long moments later told her they were alone. She wasn’t ready to look around, didn’t want to leave the haven of his arms. “I love you,” she whispered.
    “It’s a good thing,” Gus said, his voice a deep, hoarse rumble. “Or I’d have to kick Mondo’s ass.”
    “I can’t believe he did this. For me and you.”
    “So we’ll name our first dog after him.”
    She sniffed. “What if I like cats better?”
    “The first horny tom then.” Gus stepped back and bent to pick her up in his arms.