Page 90 of Knights Game

My fingers go to her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re drenched.” I push my fingers in, spreading her as I add a second. She moans and flops back on the sofa. “Open your legs.”

“People will see.”

“No one is interested in this corner, with the show in front of us.” I curve my finger up as she drops her legs open. “Good girl.”

As the blonde fucks the man, I fuck Layla with my fingers, her slickness coating my fingers and palm. I reach my zipper with the other hand and pull my cock out, pumping it to relieve the growing pressure.

Layla stops watching the scene and watches me instead. My head rests back as I continue to work her and myself.

“Touch your cunt,” I demand. “Make yourself come.” The couple in front of us find their release, but neither of us look. Each transfixed with the other.

I watch as her hands drop to her swollen pussy, her fingers slipping inside, working herself in a way that gets herself off. She reaches up and grabs a swollen breast in her other hand, tugging at her nipple.

My hand runs up and down my shaft as we watch each other get ourselves off.

Fuck me.

My balls pull up, and a tingle shoots down my spine, but I don’t want it to end.

“Come for me Layla, come all over your fingers.”

She throws her head back, her eyes never leaving mine as she comes hard, her stomach muscles tensing, her legs pulling together as she rides out the waves of ecstasy. She tries to suppress her moans, but can’t, and I feel eyes on us.

I meet a familiar set of blues across the room where Isla sits watching us, but I don’t stop rubbing my cock.

I pull my gaze from Isla and find Layla watching me. Caught in the act of staring at someone else as I touch my rock-hard dick.

She grips her small hand around mine, holding me still. Then stands. “You enjoy her watching you, Luca? Is that it? Does it turn you on having someone you once fucked watch you, watch us?”

She looks over her shoulder to where Isla is sitting, then back to me.

“Pull yourself forward,” she demands, and I don’t argue. Something tells me she will rip my dick off if I don’t do it. And call me nuts, I’m intrigued with what my little temptress is going to do.

She straddles me, holding my cock in position and lowers herself slowly down. She’s still sopping, and I glide into her, my dick enclosed in her soft satin. She holds herself there before she kneels up, pulling me to my tip and then crashes back down.

Up and down, up, and down, and fuck me, her fingers dig into my thighs as she throws her head back moaning deeply. Grinding me.

Fucking me, taking everything she wants from me.

And I can’t stop looking at Isla, and I know how much of a cunt that makes me, but I can't stop. Her eyes blaze at us from across the room, and it adds to the moment. Seeing her watch me, watch us, knowing that she wishes it was her, but it never will be again turns me the fuck on.

I reach forward and touch Layla’s clit, rubbing my fingers roughly against her, and she loses her rhythm as I grip the flesh of her thighs and thrust up meeting her, increasing the pace.

I drive into her tight, wet pussy whilst I work her. She’s about to fall over the edge of abyss and I’m about to follow.

And she stops.

She’s on the edge, and I’m on the edge, and she stops.

She grabs my chin roughly turning my head so that my eyes track to hers. “If you think I’m going to let you stare at another woman you’ve fucked, while buried in me you must be more unhinged than I thought.”

I barely even see the hand as she flies forward quick as lightning, her palm connecting with my cheek with an almighty slap. Heat rushes to the point where her hand connects.

For the second time in the same night Layla slaps me.

She clambers off me and my eyes meet Isla who is quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

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