Page 206 of By His Play

It’s exactly as it should be.

He moves behind me, but his hand remains locked on my face, keeping whatever he stuffed into my mouth in place.

Instead, I wait, sucking in deep, hungry breaths through my nose.

“You’re going to let them watch you come.”

Oh my god.

Suddenly, he’s back. His crotch hits my ass, and his hand slides down my stomach.

Every muscle south of my waist clenches in anticipation.

I cry out when his fingers connect with my clit, my hips jumping forward.

“Such a good whore for me,” he muses as he works me. “Your pussy loves an audience. You’re so wet right now, Luck. So desperate for everyone to watch you get fucked.”

The fabric in my mouth muffles my pathetic, needy whimper.

He works me until I’m on the cusp of my second orgasm, but he doesn’t let me fall. Instead, he edges me right there in front of the city of Chicago.

My skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, my muscles are quivering, and my pussy is desperate for a release. But he won’t give it to me.

I lose count of how many times he lets my release fade before the familiar sound of a zipper being opened hits my ears.

“Oh, you really want my dick, don’t you?”

I nod eagerly, or at least as much as I can, with him holding me captive. I’m too far gone at this point to even try to deny it.

He fucks me hard and fast with his fingers before suddenly pulling them free.

I look up just in time to see him plunge them into his mouth to lick them clean.

His eyes hold mine, and I swear, my orgasm gets a little closer just from watching him.

“Ass out,” he demands, and the second I do as I’m told, I’m rewarded with the head of his dick dragging through my folds.

My pussy clenches with my need to feel him inside me.

I try to beg, but nothing but muffled whimpers can be heard.

And then, he’s there. Gently pushing against me. Teasing me with what I want.

His free hand wraps around my hips, and I get another second to suck in a breath before his hips punch forward, and he fills me in one quick thrust.

I cry out into my gag, my head falling forward as my body fights to stay upright.

“Watch them,” he growls behind me, giving me little choice but to look out again.

I can’t see anyone, but it doesn’t matter.

My skin prickles like I have a million eyes on me as Kieran sets a punishing pace behind me.

My sweaty palms slide against the glass as I happily take everything he’s got for me.

“Fuck. Yes. Look at you getting fucked. Dirty whore. You’re a dirty whore, Luck.”

His grip on my hip is so tight, I do not doubt that I’ll have bruises tomorrow.

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