Page 40 of Watch Me

As wonderful as it is, it has to stop. We have a show to put on for these guests—and a potential blackmailer. A blow job is all well and good, but not blackmail-worthy, compared to Kristoff’s performance.

With a groan of regret, I cup her cheeks and lift her mouth from my cock. Then I help her to her feet. In four steps, I have her bent over the huge, cushioned bed, her breasts pressed to the silk comforter. A few seconds later, I’m sheathed and deep inside her.

She grips me like no one ever has, like every contour has been formed just to clench around me perfectly.

I seize her hips and tunnel deeper. Then set a ruthless pace.

She cries out. The sight of her all spread out under me, her hands still cuffed at the small of her back, her pussy taking everyinch I have…hell, I’m not going to last long. And I don’t want to go off alone.

“I ache to play with your clit and feel you orgasm around me…” I haven’t even finished the sentence before I slide a pair of determined fingers right over her bundle of nerves.

With my other hand, I grip her hip tight. I thrust inside her repeatedly, dragging the head of my cock right over that sensitive spot that has her muscles tensing, shaking.

In moments, a low, feminine groan splits the air.

“Come for me,” I demand. “Come now!”

With another brush and press of my fingers over her clit, she screams. Around us, the audience groans. Several stroke their own cocks…even Del.

Then the rippling walls of her sex contract, tighten, gripping and coaxing me, blotting out all other thoughts. I close my eyes and focus on her. I shout through clenched teeth as I follow her into ecstasy.

More than one groan of satisfaction splits the air within moments. I don’t care. All I know is that underneath me is the woman I refuse to let go of. We’ve seen to business.

Now it is time for the real pleasure—and hopefully, the future—to begin.

Shanna

Apleasure cloud. Heavy limbs, light head. A gentle throb between my legs pulsing as it slowly abates. Alejandro’s embrace provides warmth, even as he grips me as if he’ll never let go. Ah…

I could happily stay here, connected to him. There are reasons I shouldn’t, I know. I just can’t remember them now.

Then Alejandro slips free from my body and breaks my sensual haze. I lift weighty lids to watch him walk past me and snap the curtains shut between us and the audience. Del remains on our side of the drapes, and I’m suddenly conscious of my nudity and the man’s dark eyes on me.

“Keep them the hell out of here,” Alejandro growls in low tones.

Del claps his gaze on his buddy, now buttoning his pants and wearing a sly smile. “You got it. Tomorrow?”

Alejandro smiles. “Maybe the day after.”

What are they talking about? It should be obvious, but my brain is so clouded by satisfaction that thinking is too much effort.

Del’s laugh barely registers when Alejandro turns and stalks across the floor to me. In seconds, he uncuffs one of my wrists, grabs me up in his arms, and heads for the stage door.

“What…? Where are you?—?”

“Alone.” He says the word like a vow. “No one except you and me, being us together.”

I shake my head. “But the blackmailer?—”

“If he was here tonight, he already got what he came for. Del will call me if they captured something on the security cameras. The rest of the night is about us.”

“But you said we'd stay all night, if necessary.”

He stops. “Is that what you want, for me to fuck you again for an audience? Shall we invite more people in this time?”

Sarcasm. Anger. And I understand. Something inside me rejects the notion of more audience time, too. “No.”

“Good. I’m done sharing you with other hungry male eyes. For the rest of the night, you’re mine.”

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