Page 72 of Going Deep
Jack let go of Abigail’s hair, stroking his hand down her body as his mouth continued to plunder hers. He stroked her bare breasts, his fingers plucking and tugging at the dusky nipples until they’d tightened into stiff peaks, their color going deeper, darker.
With a last nip on her lip, he drew back slightly. “On your knees, pet. Let’s show our guests how well you take my dick in your pretty mouth.”
Abigail glanced toward the door, where Ginger stood in the shadows. She stiffened, alarmed. Could Abigail see her? Michael’s arm tightened around her waist, and she slowly relaxed. He’d said they couldn’t see, and Michael didn’t lie.
“Can they see me?” Abigail whispered, her fingers clenched in the crisp cotton of Jack’s shirt.
Jack stroked her hair. “Yeah, baby. They can see you. They want to see you suck my cock.” He raised his voice slightly. “Don’t you?”
“Answer him,” Michael growled in her ear, his fingers still tracing delicate circles around her nipple.
“Yes,” she moaned, and was rewarded with a bite on the side of her neck. “Yes, I want to see her suck your cock.”
Abigail let out a little whimper of delight and sank gracefully to her knees. She undid Jack’s belt, worked his zipper, pulled his hard cock out of his pants, and all the while her eyes kept searching the darkness in the corner.
Jack put a hand on her head. “Do as the lady requested, pet. Suck.”
She turned her eyes on him, hands on his thighs, her head tilted back as she opened her mouth for the thrust of his cock. She licked over the head, swirling her tongue around with delicate precision before leaning forward and sucking him deep.
Ginger gasped as the arm around her waist tightened abruptly, jerking her back into Michael. “You like watching her take that dick deep in her throat, darling?”
Her body practically vibrating with arousal, she nodded. “Yes.”
“I’d like to feel your soft mouth around me,” he whispered into her ear. “On your knees, just like that. But I’d tie your hands behind your back first. Hold your head in my hands, control your every move. Make you take it.”
The words were just as arousing as the visual in front of her. Her pussy clamped down, empty and wanting and throbbing. In the circle of light, Abigail continued to bob her head slowly, her mouth sliding up and down, up and down the glistening spear of flesh.
Jack’s hand tightened in her hair, dragging her back so only the very tip remained in her mouth before pulling her down again. Over and over, he used her hair like a handle, directing and controlling her every move.
It was so fucking hot Ginger could hardly stand it.
The arm around her waist moved back, Michael’s palm sliding over her belly before delving down. Over the front of her skirt, the heat of his hand pressed down on her mound. She moaned, long and low, her hips pushing forward into his touch. Needing the friction, the contact, but the barrier of her skirt muffled the effect.
“You want this gone, darling?”
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. “Yes, Sir.”
“Unzip it. From the hem.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Eyes locked on Jack’s glistening cock as he drew Abigail back once again, she reached for the zipper. She drew it over her thigh, up to her hip. Michael’s hand stopped hers before she could pull it completely free.
“Just like that,” he told her and slid his hand in the opening.
Her hips jerked, a wild cry tearing from her throat as his fingers slipped between her thighs. “Wider,” he ordered, and she edged her feet apart until his hand slipped easily between her thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice pitched to carry. “Drenched. You love this, don’t you? You love to watch.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Louder.”
She struggled to get enough air to be heard. “I love to watch.”
He slipped his fingers up through the slick outer labia before carefully separating the tender flesh to slide deeper. His fingertips found the entrance to her body and circled it lightly before pushing inside.
Her groan echoed throughout the room.
