Matilda's breath scorched on my lips before kissing me deeply, tasting like alcohol and chocolate. No one objected.
Her kiss was slower, more commanding.
Ava, the quietest, surprised everyone.
She leaned down, kissing along my neck. Her fingers traced on my now—bare chest.
"Are you having a good time?" She murmured against my ear, voice low and sultry. My eyes already gave the answer. "Good."
I never thought Ava could be so alluring, i guess that Ghost's party really altered her mind.
Clothes started coming off, disappearing piece by piece. Aubrey's black gown pooled on the floor. Olivia's emerald dress followed.
While Ava and Matilda wore matching lingeries—red for Matilda, silver for Ava—looked damn near perfect against her skin.
My hands were everywhere, exploring curves, toned waists, and smooth thighs as the girls took turns kissing me, caressing me, guiding my fingers where they wanted them.
