Page 42 of Taming Her Temptations

“What?” I protest, confused.

“Bite it so I can use both hands to fuck you how you deserved to be fucked. And bite it so the rest of the club can’t hear your screams of pleasure when I do.”

Oh.

Ooohhh.

Yeah, I can do that.

I bite down.

“Good girl,” he says with a nip to my ear.

His powerful hands grip on either side of my waist as I feel his heavy cock settle on my lower back. He drags himself down my back with tantalizing slowness and then bucks up in between my legs. He aligns himself with my opening and then pushes himself in with no mercy.

I let out a yelp, and he’s right. It’s muffled by the fabric of my dress.

He works himself in and out of me in long, slow strokes, first filling me to the brim with his thick cock and then leaving me achingly empty. He pulls out completely the first few thrusts and it drives me insane with the need to be full of him again. With every thrust he pushes back into me, I sigh in relief and grip the railing hard to steady myself.

Dean pulls out of me again and I want to yell at him for how long he is taking, but the fabric of my dress stops me, so I let out a whine. It’s a sound I’ve never made before in my life, and it even surprises me.

“I like hearing you whining for my cock,” Dean says in my ear.

He trails fingers over my ass and brings them up to rest on my lower back, then trails his thumb down, separating my ass cheeks. He stops at my tight little opening that’s never even been touched by someone.

“Have you ever been fucked here?” He asks.

I shake my head no.

“I’ll spare you tonight. But next time you’re alone, I want you to take some lube and I want you to fuck your ass with your fingers.”

I just stare ahead, wide-eyed at what he’s saying to me.

“Answer me yes or no if you want my cock back in you.” He presses lightly at the entrance of my ass and I squirm at the touch.

But I nod yes. Because I do want to be a little slut with him. I want him to do more than tell me what to do with my ass. I want him to show me himself.

“That’s my girl,” he says before he drives back into me.

I moan in relief as Dean finally picks up a steady rhythm. I’m already at my edge with his teasing but now feeling him pumping inside of me is like being in another dimension. I look out over the crowd and thankfully, no one notices us up here, as they’re too transfixed by Levi and Asher.

I watch them as Dean pounds into me. Their music seeps into my entire existence. I’ve listened to these songs before and loved them. I loved the lyricism and the sound. They were even a source of passion for me when not much else in my life was. But tonight, they melt into me. These songs become a part of me.

Asher looks up at me and my nerves race. Levi’s eyes follow Asher’s and see me too. He keeps singing, as a smile dances on his lips and his voice gets more intense.

Dean reaches around my waist and finds my clit.

“I can feel you clenching around me.” He groans. “You like watching them while I fuck you?”

I nod.

His fingers flick my clit back and forth.

“They like it, too.” He’s breathless now.

My eyes dart back between Levi and Asher, both looking at me with such intensity that it pushes me over the edge. My hips buck and I hear Dean swear.

He uses both hands to steady my hips and drive with his full intensity into me. I feel his enormous cock hit the bottom of my cervix. Pain and pleasure light me on fire. When he thrusts inside me, shooting his hot come into me, I lose any control that I was grasping for. I shout and the fabric falls from my mouth and I buckle forward, my hips taking over and riding the rest of his come out of him.

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