Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 262: Lick It Clean

Elizabeth leaned back on her elbows, her naked body sprawled across the bed, legs spread wide without a hint of shame. My cum still glistened on her pussy, a slow, creamy drip trailing down her inner thigh. She fixed her gaze on Clara, who stood frozen at the edge of the room, her face a burning shade of red.

"So, you want this too, huh?" Elizabeth asked, her voice low and teasing, but with that commanding edge that made it clear she expected an answer. "Come on, Clara, tell me."

Clara’s fingers twisted together in front of her mini skirt, her black stockings shifting as she rocked nervously on her heels. Her eyes flicked down to Elizabeth’s pussy, to the mess I’d left there, then darted away like she’d been caught stealing. Her blush deepened, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out. She looked like she was torn between bolting out the door and stepping closer.

In my head, I was reeling. What the hell is even happening? I thought, leaning back against the headboard, still naked, the sheets barely covering my lap. Girls get like this, don’t they? All caught up in the heat, the thrill. I glanced at Clara—single, probably pent-up, her wide eyes giving away how much she was craving something like this, even if she wouldn’t admit it. The way her chest rose and fell a little too fast, the way her hands trembled—it was obvious.

Elizabeth’s smirk widened, like she could read Clara’s thoughts as easily as I could. "Come here, Clara," she said, her voice smooth but firm, beckoning with a tilt of her head.

Clara swallowed hard, her throat bobbing. "Y-yes, miss," she mumbled, taking a hesitant step toward the bed. Her heels clicked softly on the hardwood floor, her blouse’s open buttons showing a hint of cleavage that bounced slightly with each nervous step.

Elizabeth’s eyes didn’t waver. "On the bed," she said, her tone sharper now, like she was giving an order to a soldier. "Come on."

"Y-yes..." Clara’s voice was barely a whisper. She hesitated for a second, then climbed onto the bed, her movements slow and careful, like she was stepping into a trap she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape.

She crawled forward on her knees, her mini skirt riding up, revealing the tops of her stockings. Her hands gripped the sheets for balance, and she stopped just in front of Elizabeth, who sat there with her legs spread wide, completely exposed.

Elizabeth tilted her head, one eyebrow raised. "Lean down and lick my pussy," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry command.

Clara’s eyes went wide, her face flushing an even deeper red. "Ehh... b-but..." she stammered, her hands clutching the sheets tighter, her whole body trembling with a mix of shame and something hotter. She glanced down at Elizabeth’s pussy again, at the slick mess of my cum and her juices, and her breath hitched audibly.

Elizabeth’s smirk turned wicked. "Weren’t you peeking for this exact reason?" she asked, leaning forward slightly, her voice dripping with challenge. "Don’t make me wait, Clara. Get a taste of this love juice. You know you want to."

Clara’s heart was practically pounding out of her chest—you could see it in the way her shoulders tensed, the way her lips parted.

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes locked on Elizabeth’s folds, glistening and swollen. For a moment, it looked like she might bolt, but then something in her seemed to give. She exhaled shakily, her blush spreading to her neck, and leaned down, her hair falling over her face like a curtain. Her lips brushed Elizabeth’s pussy, a soft, tentative kiss at first, barely making contact.

"Ahhh... yeah, just like that," Elizabeth moaned, her head tilting back. She reached down, grabbing a handful of Clara’s hair, pulling her closer. "Now lick it all clean."

Clara hesitated for half a second, then gave in completely. Her tongue darted out, slow at first, lapping at the slick mess. Elizabeth let out a soft gasp, her hips shifting slightly, urging Clara on. "Good girl," Elizabeth murmured, her fingers tightening in Clara’s hair. "Don’t miss a drop."

I watched, my jaw practically on the floor, my dick twitching despite how spent I was. "Holy shit," I muttered under my breath, leaning forward to get a better view. "You two are something else."

Elizabeth glanced at me, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Told you she wanted it," she said, her voice smug as she pushed Clara’s head down a little harder. "Didn’t I, Ezra?"

Clara made a small, muffled sound, her face buried between Elizabeth’s thighs, her hands gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping her grounded. Her blush hadn’t faded, but her tongue moved faster now, more confident, like she was losing herself in it.

I shook my head, grinning. "You’re gonna ruin her, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth laughed, low and throaty. "Oh, she’s already ruined. Just look at her go."

The soft *slurp-slurp* of her mouth filled the quiet, each sound punctuated by the occasional wet smack as she kissed and sucked, cleaning every drop of my cum from Elizabeth’s pussy. The taste—sweet, a little salty—seemed to pull her in deeper, her cheeks flushed red, her eyes half-closed like she was lost in it.

I leaned back against the headboard, my dick still hard, watching the scene unfold. "Damn, that looks so hot," I said, smirking as I shifted closer to Elizabeth. I cupped her face, pulling her into a deep kiss. My lips moved against hers, hungry and rough, her tongue meeting mine with the same fire. My free hand slid to her chest, groping one of her big boobs, squeezing the soft, warm flesh, my thumb brushing over her nipple.

Elizabeth moaned into my mouth, her body arching slightly as Clara’s tongue worked her over.

"Ahh... this feels so relaxing," she said, breaking the kiss with a wicked smirk. Her hips jerked up, and she snapped her thighs shut, trapping Clara’s head between them. Clara let out a muffled squeak, but didn’t pull away, her hands gripping Elizabeth’s legs for balance.

I chuckled, my lips trailing down to Elizabeth’s neck, kissing the damp skin there. "It sure must be," I murmured, nuzzling into her. Her body felt so soft under my hands, all curves and warmth, her pulse racing against my lips. I sucked gently at the spot just below her ear, making her shiver.

Clara finally pulled back with a soft *huff*, her chest heaving as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was still bright red, but a wild, almost giddy smile spread across her lips.

"That was... good, Miss," she said, her voice shaky but honest, like she couldn’t believe she’d just done that.

Elizabeth laughed, leaning back on her hands, her legs still spread wide. "Good job," she said, her tone teasing but approving. She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Now you get to taste him too."

I raised an eyebrow, grinning as I shifted to sit more upright against the headboard, my dick standing straight and ready. "Hehe, yeah, Clara, don’t be shy. Come here," I said, patting the bed beside me.

Clara’s eyes widened, her blush flaring up again. "Seriously...?" she asked, her voice cracking with nerves.

"Seriously," I said, stroking myself slowly, feeling the hardness under my hand. "It’s all yours, Clara. Come on."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking from my face to my dick, then back again. Her lips parted, her breath hitching, and then she gave in. She pushed her hair behind her ears as she crawled across the bed toward me, her face inches from my dick.

Clara swallowed hard, her cheeks burning, but her eyes locked on the tip of my dick, glistening from earlier. She leaned down, slow and tentative, and pressed her lips to it—a soft, almost shy kiss at first, barely grazing the skin. Her breath was warm, sending a jolt through me.