Page 24 of Smoke After Hours

“Study the way they’re fuckin’,” I muttered, lowering my voice. “Where he places his hands on her body. How she angles herself so that her pussy can welcome him home the way he likesit.” Her breaths quickened at my words, and she touched her neck as if her naughty thoughts slashed her throat.

“Is he pleasing her, Benz? Are you aware if, while he’s fuckin’ her from behind, he’s still keeping her as the center of his world, making her pleasure his priority?”

Her eyes lowered, then swept back up, proof that she was indeed studying them. “She’s his focus,” she replied. “And he’s hers, too.”

“Mutual satisfaction to reach a gratifying conclusion.” I kissed the slope of her neck, causing her to whimper, and she angled her head to look around me at the glass. “And what about their eyes? Who are they looking at?”

“Us,” she answered, without hesitation. “They’re observing us, the expression in their eyes so yearnful, it’s almost as if they’re waiting to see what they do before they give completely in to their own pleasure.”

I brushed one of her curls from the other side of her neck and placed a kiss there. “What do you want to do, Benz? Should we stand here watching them, or give them something to look at, too?”

Her eyes met mine then, a determination in its depths that hadn’t been present before. When she gripped the back of my head and brought my face down to hers, our lips met in a hungry kiss that had me groaning, her moaning, and the Lockwoods increasing the pace as Jaxon plowed into Talia.

Enfolding my arms around her waist, I lifted her from the floor, her legs wrapping around me as I walked us to the couch. Bentley was so responsive, tugging my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood, but I didn’t give a shit.

She could hurt me all she wanted, as long as she continued making those throaty moans of hers. Every sound was like music to my dick.

When we reached the couch, I turned so that I was sitting, and she was straddling me. It was no secret to Bentley of all people that I practiced voyeurism, but that didn’t mean I wanted anyone seeing her deliciously curvy body except me.

I briefly broke our kiss to push back her robe, popping her breasts out of her lingerie and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.

“Oh damn,” she muttered, holding my head in place and grinding against me so hard, I was about to bust a nut if she kept that up.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her, loving the way the lace fabric of her lingerie was decorating her beautifully brown skin. The luminosity from the room the Lockwoods were in cast the perfect glow over her body.

“And you’re too damn sexy to still have on this many clothes.” She slightly lifted her body and tugged my boxers down my thighs, plopping my dick out. Her curious hands rubbed my length in a teasing circular motion.

When she went back to grinding on me, I slurred in Swahili, “Unaniua polepole,” before repeating, “You’re killing me slowly,” in English. And in a way, she’d been leading me to a pleasurable death for years, our own kind of foreplay a self-inflicted torture.

I felt her lips smirk against mine as she rotated her hips and increased her movements. Stopping her, I held her still, my fingers trailing to her pussy to find her wet and ready.

“It unsnaps,” she stated when I tugged at her lingerie. I wanted to rip the shit off, but I didn’t need her walking around Lush with nothing on beneath her robe.

Once her pussy could breathe, she glanced over her shoulder to see if the Lockwoods were watching us. Of course they were.

I reached into the pocket of my shorts and pulled out a condom, putting it on while she was momentarily distracted. Gripping her chin, I brought her eyes back to me as I lifted her and helped her ease her wetness onto my dick inch by inch.

“Oh,” she whispered, adjusting her angle to try and fit more of me inside.

“I’ll have to open you up slowly,” I told her. “We don’t have to rush it.”

Her eyes flashed with defiance, and she moved her hips, her pussy consuming another couple inches.

“Naweza kufa leo,” I grunted, when she surprised me by lowering herself even more. “I might die today if you keep swallowing me like this.”

“Don’t die,” she whispered, letting her head drop back. “I need to fuck this dick a million more times before I let you tap out on me.”

My laugh was quick and short as I widened my legs as much as my boxers allowed and placed both hands on her hips to keep her balanced while she rode my dick the way I’d observed her ride plenty of her sex toys in the past when I watched her through her bedroom window.

We cursed and fucked. Fucked, then cursed. Our bodies on a whole different level as we chased our impending orgasms. Bentley came first, causing me to release a relived sigh as I followed soon after, filling that condom with so much nut, I was surprised the shit didn’t bust off my dick.

By the time I glanced over my shoulder at the Lockwoods, they were obviously finished and laying there naked, their focus on Bentley and me. I waited until she came back to Earth before I situated her lingerie, gave a slight goodbye nod to the Lockwoods, and pulled up my boxers in search for a room we could utilize.

Evander was looking out for me and slipped me a key card when we passed each other in the hallway. This time, the room was what I expected with a large bed, dim lighting, and plenty of pleasurable items to keep us entertained for the duration of our time at Lush.

We barely had our clothes off when Bentley was sashaying nakedly to the bed, beckoning for me to join her with her finger.

My mouth was sampling her sweet pussy at the same she was swiping a blunt from the stash on the nightstand.

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