Page 52 of Taking What's Mine

She gazes into my eyes, her breathing coming in short pants. “I need it too, Lincoln. Please fuck me.”

I kiss her, no longer caring who could be nearby. All eyes could very well be on us, and I don’t give a damn. All I know is if I don’t claim this woman right now, I’ll explode. There’s this intensity thrumming through my veins, making my cock harder than stone.

Isabel fishes my dick out of my pants, and gives it a quick stroke. “You’re so ready.”

I smooth a hand over her hair, before pulling her face closer. I rest my forehead against hers, our lips nearly touching. “You have no fucking idea,” I tell her as she lines my cock up with her pussy. I grip her hips under her dress and realize she’s not…fuck. “No panties? You came to this club not wearing any underwear?” My gaze locks on hers.

She gives me this sultry smile. “Nope,” she says, letting the ‘p’ pop.

“You naughty little thing.” I slam her down over my dick, letting me fill her completely up. “You came here already knowing I’d be fucking you at some point, huh?”

She rocks her hips, riding me. “Yeah, maybe.”

“You little slut,” I say with a short burst of laughter. “My wife, the slut,” I say, just in case anyone is listening. And the moment I call her my wife, I can feel her pussy grip me tighter. “Oh, you liked that, huh?” I ask her, lifting her up and slamming her back down over my cock. “You like it when I call you my wife? Or do you like being called a slut?”

She leans back, her dark tresses falling in waves down her back. “Both, oh god, both. I like being onlyyourslut.”

I grip her by the throat, bringing her focus back on me. “Youaremy slut.”

She rocks over me once more, riding my dick as she licks her lips. It turns me on. Everything this woman does turns me on. “Oh, Lincoln,” she moans.

I glance over her shoulder, noticing Vera and Trey watching us, and I pull Isabel closer so I can whisper into her ear. “We’ve got an audience.”

She turns to look behind her. “Oh…” and I can’t tell how she feels about being watched. I grip her throat a little tighter, bringing her attention back to me.

“Are you okay?”

“We should invite them over?”

My cock hardens at her words, and I’m not really sure how I feel about any of this. All I know is I can’t stop. “You want to show them what a good little slut you are?”

She drags her plump lower lip between her teeth. “Yeah,” she breathes out, and I glance over her shoulder, locking eyes with Trey.

I motion for him to join us, and they’re all too eager as they hurry over.

“You two are so hot,” Vera says as she pushes Trey down to sit next to me. She mirrors Isabel’s position by straddling her own husband. “You’re also so ahead of us.” She makes quick work of Trey’s pants and slides over him. She moans out loud, making a show of it as he pushes inside her.

If anyone’s watching from afar they won’t be able to see anything because the women are still fully dressed, and their dresses hide all the action, but we know.

Isabel continues riding me, her hands resting atop my shoulders. She leans closer to Vera, giggling as she whispers something into her ear.

“Care to share?” Trey asks, his hands resting on Vera’s hips.

Vera smiles at Trey and then locks eyes with me. “Isabel thinks we should tie your hands up to the bar above your heads.” Vera giggles as her and Isabel share a look.

“Isabel,” I warn, not liking the idea of not having control of my hands if something happens. We’re not safe, and losing the ability to get her to safety quickly if a problem arises scares the shit out of me.

Isabel leans closer to my ear. “I think it’ll be fun,” she whispers. “I won’t let anything happen.”

I know what this is. It’s all about trust. I need to trust her. I keep telling her she’s this badass woman who can handle things by herself. I need to treat her as such. I nod, and slowly raise my arms above my head. “Do what you will,” I say.

Trey follows suit, frowning as he says, “I was hoping I’d get to touch and have a little fun too.”

Vera kisses his lips briefly. “Now we get to have all the fun.” She removes his tie, and gets to work on binding his wrists to the bar above our heads.

Isabel sucks in a deep breath, slowly removing my tie from my neck. She jerks her hips forward as she ties my wrists above my head. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to my husband.”

As soon as our hands are bound above our heads, Vera hisses slowly, cocking her head toward Isabel.

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