Chapter 8

I quickly learned that telling Kagiso how Sindisiwe and I spent an entire hour eating each other out on the grass was a dangerous game.

Not because he was jealous, but because he completely lost his mind with lust. At my eager plea, he fucked me so intensely against our cabin window that I nearly lost my voice from moaning in pleasure.

Later that afternoon and well into the evening, Kagiso ate me out like he was trying to worship me. He laid me down on one of the rugs in front of the fireplace and buried his face between my legs, his tongue working recklessly over my clit while he whispered things like, "Did she lick you here?" and "Did her fingers reach this deep?" Every time I nodded or gasped in response, he simply gave me more.

Then he flipped me over so my ass was in the air and spread me open, fucking me with his tongue in both my asshole and cunt, while his hands played and squeezed my ass cheeks until they were flushed. I came three times that way, and when he finally slid his cock inside me, I came again almost instantly, my whole body shaking and loving it so, so much.

Even later, in the shower, he got down on his knees and licked me clean all over again. Between breaths, he told me about all the naked women he had been allowed to touch and taste at the art exhibit he and Khaya attended. To be honest, it was hard to catch every word over the deafening sound of my own moans.