Page 22 of The Forever Experiment

“Do you see that, baby? They want to watch.” I press myself into her, letting her feel my raging cock, and she inhales swiftly at the touch. “Does that make you wet? Knowing that when they fuck themselves tonight, they’re going to be imagining you? Imaginingus?”

“Yes.” The word falls from her lip so softly, it’s hardly audible. It’s a truth she doesn’t want to admit herself, but she’s as turned on as I am right now.

“Can you show them how well you take me? How pretty you look when you’re getting fucked by your husband? You do it so well, baby. You deserve to be admired for it.”

“Fuck,” she mutters.

I slide my hands down her arms and across her back, fastening them in the band of her white panties. I wait for her whimper of approval before I tug them down her legs, lifting her ankles to help her step out of them.

I press my lips against her shin. “I’m going to grab a condom.”

“Wait,” she breathes, placing a hand on my shoulder. Looking down at me, her eyes are soft and hazed. “I’m on birth control, and…I can trust you, can’t I?”

I nod immediately. “Yeah, baby. You can trust me.”

If I had any reason to believe I was putting her at risk, I’d grab a condom right now, but I don’t, and I know if she thought the same, she’d say so.

Maya’s lust-laced gaze sparkles in the low light, and her hand snaps out, wrapping her delicate fingers around my throat, tightening as she hauls me to stand. With her grip still fastened on my neck, she pulls me into a searing kiss. Her tongue dancing in my mouth, teeth nipping at my lips, I’m moaning as she whispers, “Then be a good boy and fuck me raw.”

That moan morphs to a rough laugh as I grip her wrist at my throat, pulling her away and bending her arm backward before grabbing her other arm and doing the same. With them crossedbehind her back, I press her against the window, noticing our audience still watching with rapt focus.

“Don’t be mistaken, Maya, baby. You can own me every other second of the day…” I tug on her arms, forcing her back to arch as I grip my length. Her ass is out and perfectly positioned to take my cock when I guide it toward her entrance, both us gasping as I feed myself to her inch by inch. “But when I’m inside you, I’m in charge.”

Her head lolls to the side, challenge sparking in her brown eyes. “You’re going to need to earn the right to say that to me, pretty boy.”

I tighten my hold on her arms, bowing her body backward as I bury myself inside her. Her breath hitches. “My God. That piercing.” The word is a breathless moan.

“I know, baby. You just take it, okay?” I rocket my hips upward, watching her reflection as I hit the right spot and her eyes roll back. “Atta girl.”

She cries out as I begin a punishing pace, pumping into her hard and retreating fast before repeating the motion. I watch through the glass in front of us, her pretty tits slamming against the window, her mouth opened wide and eyes blazing in ecstasy.

I look across the hotel, finding the four men still watching us. They’ve all taken up seats on a couch facing the window, each of them wearing an expression of equal parts envy and allure. I notice one of them as he slides his hand down his thigh, covering his cock with his palm.

“Look at them, baby girl. Look at them watching you get fucked right now.” I nod toward the man touching himself. “He can’t even help it. He’s so hard for you.” I lean into her, licking up the bead of sweat trailing down her neck. “Do you think he wishes he was me?”

She responds with a moan, moving her hips to meet my thrusts. Her pussy grips my cock like a goddamn glove,tightening with each word that leaves my mouth. She’s addicted to my words, my praise, my filth. It’s like she was made for me.

“I think they do,” I continue, gritting through clenched teeth as she squeezes me again. “I think they’d all kill for a chance to get inside this perfect little cunt of yours.” Placing my hand on the glass beside her head, I align our bodies closer until there is no part of us that isn’t entwined. “But they can’t have you, can they?”

“No,” she whimpers, legs quivering as her nails dig into my hand where I hold her wrists in place. “They can look,” she pants, breath fogging the glass, “but they can’t touch.”

“And why is that?” I breathe against her shoulder before sinking my teeth into her skin.

She moans. “Because I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby.” I drag my lips across her flesh. “Mine to touch.” I deliver a swift smack to her ass with my free hand. “Mine to fuck.” I enunciate the words with each slam of my cock inside her. “My.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Wife.”

“Easton,” she cries, her entire body trembling as she begins to go weak. I shove my leg between her thighs, holding her up. “I’m going to—”

“No, no, Maya baby.” In a flash of movement, I fasten my palm over her delicate neck. “They don’t get to see you come. You don’t belong to them.” Tilting her head back so her passion-hazed eyes fall on mine, I tighten my grip on her throat. “You look at me.I’mthe one making you fall apart.I’mthe man who owns this cunt.”

“Oh, God,” she cries, eyes screwing tight as her lips pop open and she hits her peak.

“Easton, baby. Easton,” I growl, finally letting go of my hold on her arms. I keep one hand on her throat as hers fall to the glass. My other slides down her thigh, grasping beneath her knee andlifting her leg to spread her wide while I fuck her through her orgasm.

“Easton.” She’s shaking, crying, body vibrating as I hold her in place, never slowing my rhythm as I chase my own release. “I want you to come inside me.”

Her pussy pulsates as she says the words, like she’s begging me to fill it. The request has every muscle and tendon in my body going taut all at once. My vision tunnels, stars exploding in my periphery as that building pressure in my spine explodes in red hot, all-consuming pleasure.

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