Page 123 of Tangled in Vows

We haven’t used condoms since our first time, and I’m officially obsessed.

“Hold. Please.”

“What is it you want, Hurricane?”

Another grind, this time right along my entrance.

“You want me to fuck you while you’re watching other people fuck each other below?”

At his comment, my attention goes back to the floor below.

This is already the hottest night of my life.

The trio is still going, but they have switched places. The woman is lying on her back, with the guy who’d been drilling into her from behind now standing next to her. His right hand is furiously pumping his thick length while the other one is palming her breasts. The other man is now the one doing the pounding while simultaneously rubbing her clit.

The thrill of watching them has my entire skin buzzing with lust. The air around us seems charged, and every one of Holden’s touches sends sparks skittering over my nerves.

I cannot wait a second longer. “Yes, please. Fuck me, Holden. Now.”

Holden laughs at my desperation, clearly enjoying this new kink he’s unlocked in me. Which is more than fair. But patience has never been my strength, so I wiggle as much as I can within the firm grasp of his fingers.

The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and my body moves on its own. Trying to make more room while also trying to impale myself on him. I’m desperate for him to fill me. Desperate for another release.

“I’ll never tire of seeing my cock disappear in your tight pussy, Hurricane. Or the way your cunt grips me so well.”

He thrusts, and I feel the full impact of not only his cock, but also his piercing. I moan. Loving the delicious pang of pain as he stretches me.

I didn’t know something like this existed. That sex could feel this way, and I could be this turned on. But now that I’ve experienced it and been exposed to this new world, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same person.

Isn’t that a silly thought? That sex can change you as a person? But when a negative sexual experience can hurt you, damage you even, can’t a good one build you up? Even make you soar?

Holden’s grip on my hips intensifies. “Fucking hell. I wanted to make this last, but I don’t think I can.”

As if synchronized, Holden’s movements become more urgent alongside the men’s below. Faster thrusts. Quicker hand motions.

I watch in utter fascination as one man throws his head back and stills inside the woman at the same time as the other one comes all over her chest.

One of Holden’s hands disappears from my hip, and before I have a chance to wonder what he’s doing, a smacking sound fills the room, followed by the most intense zap to my clit I’ve ever felt.

I moan and press harder against the cool glass, rubbing my nipples all over it.

Once my brain has rebooted, I put the puzzle pieces together. Holden just slapped my clit.

“Do it again.” I barely get the words out, my breath fogging up the glass, my mind floating on a different level.

Holden complies. “You’re so fucking perfect. Yes, squeeze me again.”

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

“Come for me, baby. Scream my name.”

And I do.

I convulse around him while he roars his own release. My orgasm goes on for far longer than any other has. I’m almost relieved when it finally ebbs off because my legs shake so hard they give in. But Holden is there, catching me. Securing me to his body and slowly slipping out of me so he can pick me up and carry me to the bed.

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