Page 45 of Demise

“Mhmm,” she mutters as I snap my hips, hitting her g-spot with my tip before I do it again and again.

“FUCK!” I grit between clenched teeth as I thrust again, each one more punishing than the last. “How are you still so goddamn tight? Like a fucking virgin every goddamn time.”

“Daddy,” she moans once more, grinding herself against me in a needy way that has me ready to cater to her every desire.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me. You need me to play with this pretty pussy? Want me to rub your clit?”

“Please,” she whimpers.

My hand moves down, my thumb rubbing against her swollen clit as I begin rubbing quick, tight circles against it. She shudders against me in response, when the sound of the door echoes through the ballroom.

We both freeze, Skyla’s wide eyes coming to me in panic as several sets of footsteps begin echoing as well.

“Goddamnit, I will never get over how gorgeous this room is,” a redhead says loudly.

I see a manager with her, as well as three other women.

“Red,” the blonde chides with a laugh. “It is perfect, though. I think people are going to love it.”

“Where will the dance floor go exactly? We need as big as you’re able to allow,” the one with the purple hair interjects.

The manager smiles patiently as they begin discussing the layout of the room. My eyes move back down to Skyla, making sure we are hidden as best as we can be behind this pillar. The best thing to do in a situation like this would be to pull out of her, get dressed, and try to sneak out of here. Honestly, though, that doesn’t sound like the fun thing to do.

Slowly, I begin thrusting again. Skyla gives me a look like she thinks I’m insane, but she doesn’t protest. I lower my mouth to her ear, speaking so softly I doubt she can hardly hear me.

“Don’t make a fucking sound, do you hear me?”

She nods her head, and I smirk, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as I pick up my pace. My eyes keep moving from the group downstairs back to Skyla’s. My fingers grip the flesh of her ass tighter, holding her closer to me to fuck her deeper. Her mouth drops open, and I quickly cover it with my hand to muffle whatever sound is about to escape her. Thankfully, it’s fairly quiet, but that doesn’t really matter when I watch the group walk just beneath us.

The brunette with long hair begins speaking, gesturing up to the level we are currently on.

“I think we are going for gothic, dark romance vibes. Some black drapery would really pull that look together up there.”

“Oooo, yes! I love that,” the blonde agrees.

“And the silks for the aerialist can go right here,” another voice says.

My thrusts quicken but miraculously manage to stay virtually silent, and I feel Skyla’s pussy throb around me. Her eyes are lust drunk, filled with equal parts fear and excitement. My little exhibitionist. I suppose I’m one, too, because I wouldn’t be all that mad if they took a hard enough look up here and saw me buried in my girl like this. Obviously, it’s safer for the both of us if that doesn’t happen, but still, it’s one hell of a rush.

My thumb begins rubbing her clit once more, and she’s teetering on the edge. I toy with the idea of edging her, dragging it out just a little longer, but one more throb of her pussy forces an orgasm out of me that I didn’t even know was within reach. I breathe through it, but I can’t stop my cock from jerking and coming inside her. I quicken the pace on her clit as I fuck her through my own orgasm, pushing her to reach her own.

Her body shakes and jerks as she practically convulses on me, only a slight groan slipping past my hand. Everyone in the room stills, looking around curiously as I plaster my body against hers, hiding ourselves as ecstasy slams through me again and again.

Thankfully, they lose interest quickly as the redhead begins speaking again, all of them making their way out of the room.

“Okay, let’s talk bartenders because if last year is anything to go off, our readers can throw it back.”

All the women laugh their agreement as they step through the door. Once the sound of it shutting echoes through the room, I remove my hand from Skyla’s mouth. We both take several labored breaths before we share a grin.

“Well,” Skyla says. “That was fun.”

Chapter Seventeen

Wesley

I’m so wrapped up in my work on my laptop that I don’t hear anyone come in until Liam clears his throat. My eyes flash up to him, shutting my laptop at the same moment. He casts me a suspicious raise of his brow as he moves through the kitchen to grab a drink.

“What are you up to?” he asks.

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