Page 26 of Watch Me

Fuck, I’m melting.

It’s heaven. Shanna must be. She’s the closest thing to it I’ve ever felt. No surprise since she’s sleek and built for long, intense fucks. I’d love to show a rapt audience her pleasure. They’d drink in the sights and sounds of her.

To my left, the usual players now watch us. They moan. A few guys adjust themselves. Others have given up any semblance of self-control and are stroking their cocks. A few women have wandered into the room with curious eyes. If they stay, I hope they understand there will likely be a long line of aroused members to fuck them.

Then Shanna draws back, her tongue laving the head of my cock, igniting a maelstrom of icy-hot tingles in my balls, down my spine. I stop thinking completely. I'm too full of sensation now, so I fuck her mouth slowly as she whimpers around my shaft, her fingers tightening on my thighs.

She takes me to the back of her throat again. Her nails dig into my skin, and the hint of pain pushes me closer to the edge of ecstasy. Damn, I’m going to come if she keeps that up.

A part of me aches to rush headlong into bliss and explode on her tongue and down her throat, just for the sheer joy of watching her swallow me.

But I want to fuck her sweet, swollen pussy more.

Way more.

Gritting my teeth, I withdraw from the snug nirvana of her mouth. She protests with an unintelligible groan, but I lift her to her feet. She’s facing me, panting with me, aching for me.

Suddenly, I whirl her away, stopping her only when she faces the tall poster bed. I urge her to bend over it, my fingers clamped on top of hers, and force her to grab the nearest corner pole.

“Hold tight,” I growl in her ear. “You’ll need to.”

The instant she complies, I fish the condom from my pocket and roll it on, counting the torturous heartbeats until I’m balls deep inside Shanna. I’ve waited for months. It takes seven torturous seconds to bury myself inside her. It feels like forever.

But once I’m in? Fuck. She’s scalding hot. Fist-tight.Madre de Dios,I’m not going to last. But by damn, I’ll send her over the edge first.

Bracketing harsh fingers on her hips, I shove hard inside her. Her pussy feels so swollen, I have to fight my way deep.

She hasn’t confessed, but my guess? She hasn’t had sex in months, maybe longer.

That’s going to change. No way will tonight be the last time I’m inside her. No longer will I wait weeks, or even days, to feel her again. Even waiting hours sounds like torment.

Jacked up on an overload of sensation and a burning need to come brewing at the base of my spine, I take a deep breath and plunge into her again. It isn't helping my concentration to see people masturbating to the sight of Shanna’s naked body. Or one of the women in the room with her skirt around her waist and a man’s cock buried inside her as she straddles his lap.

Tearing my gaze away, I focus on the long line of Shanna’s graceful spine, her mussed golden tresses spilling across her narrow back. I can’t not touch her.

Lifting one hand off her hip, I reach around her and toy with her breasts, pinching one responsive nipple. She gasps, and my primitive side takes over. I sink my teeth into her neck while I squeeze her other nipple. Her body responds instinctively, tightening on my cock.

She’s close.

Thank god. So am I.

Gliding my palm down her belly, I bury my fingers into the sparse curls between her legs. There. Her clit stands up, hard and pleading for my attention. I'm not about to say no.

I swipe my fingers across her bundle of nerves. She moans, tightens again. The friction of moving inside her is about to blow the top off my head. But I can't stop.

“Do you see them watching you?” I growl, on the edge. “Do you see them wanting you?”

“Yes,” she cries. “Yes.”

“I want you more.”

“Oh, god,” she gasps. “Alejandro!”

I strum her clit once more. “You’re going to come for them.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re going to come for me.”

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