Page 19 of Shared Spaces

My knees go weak as I try to move forward, unable to take my eyes off the way he’s touching himself.

“God-damn, Gwen, come closer.”

I let out a shaky breath as I move forward, coming to a stop just a few feet in front of him.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, his eyes full of hunger and desperation.

I nod my head, since I can’t seem to form words at the moment.

He leans in, gripping the front of my dress and pulling me forward so quickly, I fall to my knees in front of him.

That didn’t go as I had planned.

“Mmm…that’s even better.” He groans, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip.

Watching as he returns his one hand to his cock, he brings the other to my ponytail, pulling at the elastic to set my hair free.

“Look at me, Gwen.”

My eyes find his, and my mind and body start to enter some sort of trance. I’m unable to feel anything but the slightly painful arousal building up inside me.

He brushes his fingertips down my neck then trails them lightly over my breasts, keeping his eyes fixated on mine the entire time.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He moans as he positions himself closer to me.

I melt at the words and open my mouth to say something but still—nothing comes out. Not a single sound.

Jay takes the opportunity and reaches up to grip my hair from the back, pushing me closer to his cock.

Without hesitation, I open my mouth to take him in. Slowly at first, swirling my tongue around the tip before allowing him in further.

Digging my fingers into his upper legs, I look up at him one more time before he pushes my head down; enough to make me gag a little.

“Oh f-fuck, look at you,” he groans, making me want him even deeper into my throat.

After a few deep thrusts, he pulls my head up by my hair and I take note of the sadistic look in his eyes as I catch my breath. His energy has shifted and I barely recognize him anymore.

“I can’t get enough of you, Gwen.”

I lower my mouth back down onto him, fueled by the desperation in his voice.

“Slow down, princess.” he says, pulling up on my hair again.

Our eyes lock again as I lick my lower lip, quite satisfied with the pleasured look on his face.

Just as he’s about to pull me onto his lap, we hear a loud knock at the door.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jay exclaims, standing to his feet and adjusting himself.

“I can get the door, just sit.” I laugh.

I walk over to the door, opening it slowly and sighing when I see Jay’s friend Dwight standing there with a wide grin on his face.

“Hey.” I greet him quickly, opening the door wider so he can come in.

“Jay wasn’t answering, so I came over anyway.” Dwight says, shooting me a playful grin, like he knows what we were in the middle of.

Dwight follows me into the living room and I lock eyes with Jay, purposely licking my lips to entice him just a little more.

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