Page 77 of On the Line

“James,” Ozzy says slowly. It sounds like a warning and my pussy throbs at the implication.

But I continue, “So from the courtier’s vantage point, he’s seeinga lot morethan just her leg.” Leaning even closer, I feel Ozzy’s body wound tight under my touch. I grin with satisfaction. “Don’t you wish that was you?” My whisper is taunting, full of unspoken desires. “Don’t you wish you could see what’s underneath my dress?” I pause, slowlylicking my lips, my heart racing with the risk I’m about to take. “You pathetic little slut.”

Ozzy groans deep in his chest but stays silent for a beat, dragging his tongue over his teeth and I feel intoxicatingly victorious.

His voice is low and gravelly when he finally speaks. “I’m about to bend you over in front of all these people and fuck the tease right out of you if you don’t stop this shit right now.”

The heady thrill I feel from hearing him say those words leaves me lightheaded.

I take his hand. “Follow me.”

Leaving the exhibition, I drag him along the museum halls until I find a private bathroom down a vacant corridor. I push him inside and I barely manage to lock the door before I’m on my knees, reaching for his belt. He leans his weight on the sink behind him, his movements as frantic as mine while he helps me unbutton his jeans.

His erection strains against the zipper, the bulge thick and impressive. I salivate at the mere sight of it. When he tugs his jeans down his thighs, his cock springs out and I don’t know if I’ve ever craved something so much in my life.

I want to stop and stare. To study his cock with awe and reverence like one of the priceless works of art hanging on the walls. But I’m much too eager. Much too impatient to feel the thick head of his cock stretch my mouth wide open.

I want to suffocate around it.

I want to feel tears prick my eyes when he hits the back of my throat.

I want everything Ozzy has to give me and more.

“Wrap those perfect lips around my cock,please,” hesays breathlessly. “It’s so pathetic how desperate I am to fuck your throat. Would you let a slut like me do that to you, huh baby?” There’s a strain in his voice as if he’s holding himself back. My gaze flicks up to find his is already trained on me, eyes nearly black with desire, both hands gripping the sides of the sink, knuckles turning white.

Circling my hand at the base, I give his cock a long tug. Then, I lave my tongue up his shaft before swallowing as much as I can fit of him down my throat. He’s so fucking big that the corners of my mouth strain, the skin pulled taut. Struggling to take him makes it feel even more salacious somehow and I moan shamelessly around him.

He curses under his breath, one hand finding the back of my head. At first, he lets me set the pace, his soft groans and whimpers turning the flames inside of me into a burning inferno. When he hears me gag, the lewd throaty sounds filling the space around us, his grip tightens around my hair.

I can feel his self-restraint fray under the tremble of his palm.

Sliding his cock out of my mouth, I look up and into his blazing gaze, a trail of saliva still connecting us together. “Make me take it.”

His jaw tenses, his cock twitching in my grip. “Fuck, James …” He grabs my face with one hand, squeezing my cheeks together, a slow and depraved grin curling up his lips. “I’m going to shove my cock so far down your throat, you’ll be tasting me for days.”

Then, he does just that. I choke on the mere width of him, moaning feverishly around his shaft, my air slowly depleting. But I don’t care, I invite the lack of oxygen. With his two hands on the back of my head, he holds me therefor a few seconds, my nails digging into his thighs, then he releases me. I pull back a little, his cock still all-consuming but now allowing me to breathe.

Saliva dribbles down my chin as Ozzy mercilessly fucks my mouth, my knees digging into the hard tiles under me and I’m euphoric.

I am one breath away from sobbing from this raptured feeling.

My senses are so heightened I can almost feel the molecules hanging in the air between us.

I feel transported. Timeless.

My clit is throbbing, aching to be touched. Hastily, I lift my dress up, now so fucking grateful that I didn’t wear any panties today.

I’m so wet that my fingers glide into my pussy effortlessly, I pump in and out and then pull them up, circling my clit with my slippery arousal. But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough when Ozzy’s breathy grunts are making me dizzy with need. I plunge three fingers into my pussy and start to rock my hips, grinding my palm against my clit.

“Look at me,” Ozzy rasps through clenched teeth.

I strain my gaze up to his. My eyelids flutter, straining to keep them open when everything about this moment feels almosttoomuch.

His head falls backward, his groan a beautiful confirmation of how I’m making him feel. Then his eyes snap back to me. “I’d gladly go blind if it meant that the last thing I saw was you, fucking yourself while my cock is buried deep down your throat.”

My eyes roll backward, and I thrust my fingers even deeper into my throbbing pussy. My orgasm is a slow, perfect build of unadulterated bliss. My muscles turn to jelly, my throat relaxing even more and Ozzy takes fulladvantage, pitching his hips forward while his hands keep me steady. His cock swells against my tongue, and the taste of his cum shooting down my throat only brightens the effects of my lingering orgasm. I swallow greedily and mindlessly.

I don’t even have time to take a full breath before Ozzy pulls me up on my feet.

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