Page 2 of Shared With His Friends
His hips jut up into me as he gets into a rhythm, the windows fogging with our warm breaths, clouding the outside view. Tugging on my hair, he holds some locks up between us. “And when I said I wanted you blonde, what did you do? You got your hair dyed for me, didn’t you?”
Nodding, I feel myself getting wetter, my clit pulsing as he fills me.
“The workout program I put you on with my own trainer… the corsets… the waxes… your personal shopper… Those are all because of my money, right?” With everything he lists, he shoves up inside me deeper.
“Yes, Jet. All because of you.”
On a down stroke, I press too hard into the steering wheel, and the car horn blares. In a panic, I lean forward and cling to him, desperate to hide myself from anyone who may have noticed, but he just huffs a laugh against my neck. “Keep going, baddie. These are all good things. You are so fucking obedient to me. I rule you. Who’s your master?”
Licking against his firmly set lips, I try to hold onto them with my own, but he won’t kiss me back. “You, Jet.”
“And if you didn’t have my money, you’d be back where you came from. Down bad. Right, baddie? And you don’t want that, do you?”
Running my fingers through his rich brown locks, I meet his eyes. “Not at all, Jet. I want you.”
Hiking my dress up further, he exposes my naked backside. Jet doesn’t like when I wear panties, so my ass is probably exposed to anyone who looks through the windshield. Gripping his hands, I try to stop him, but he is stronger and slaps meaway. When I relent, he arduously unzips my dress until my back shivers in the cold.
“Jet!”
“I want them to see the body I paid for. See these beautiful tits. To see what I own.” Before I can interrupt, his lips press onto every exposed part of my skin rapidly before he slides the dress down my arms, baring my breasts. My nipples immediately harden in response to the air. Glancing up at me with heated lust, he bites one as I scream, and when I do, he lowers the windows in the car.
Quickly inhaling, I try to cover myself by crossing my arms, but he grabs my wrists and holds them in one of his hands before thrusting harshly up into me. I feel myself going over the edge. Despite the publicity, I know Jet loves to remind everyone that I’m his, and if I want to keep mypositionas potential fiancé, I need to do what he tells me.
Besides, pleasing him turns me on. As I get closer, his thickness begins to stretch me further, ready to erupt within me, which makes me race toward a building explosion. When he reclines his seat, my chest has nowhere to hide, his clothed body no longer protecting me.
“That’s it, baddie. Take this big cock and show off my property.”
Just as I reach the peak of my orgasm, unable to contain a wail of pleasure, Jet presses a button to lower the convertible top of the car. The city around us gets a full free show of me riding my boyfriend, my dress hitched around my waist, completely naked for the streets to see. A homeless man stops pushing his cart to lick his lips at me while a woman with a child shrieks, covering her kid’s face before they scurry off. A few construction workers start whistling and yelling disgusting words I can barely make out due to the rush of blood in my ears.
Jet, leaning back and relaxed, smiles broadly, then comes inside me with a loud grunt. As he recovers, he says, “Hopefully, you’ll get pregnant withmybaby now. And all these fuckers got to witness you getting knocked up. You’re so special, baddie. Such a good girl. No, don’t cover my tits. Display them for everyone. They were expensive, and I like to show off my things.” Rubbing his thumbs over the nipples, his cock is less hard, but still throbbing inside me. At his words, I begin to shirk off the stares and glares and feel free. Almost… proud.
“Do you feel pleased with yourself, baddie? ‘Cause you’re hot as sin, baby. Everyone would want to fuck you. But I’m the one who paid for you.”
Straightening up, I allow them all to stare at me as Jet chuckles before raising the convertible hood once again, then he rolls up the windows.
“Fix your dress and sit in your seat. I’m so happy with you, my girl.”
I do as he says with our cum dripping down my thighs. As he starts off toward his mansion, I become curious about one thing. “Jet?”
Reaching across the car, his large hand grips my thigh possessively. “Yeah, baby?”
“What did you mean by ‘you’ll get pregnant withmybaby now’? I’ve never been pregnant before. I wasn’t planning on getting pregnant with anyone else’s baby…”
Half his lips curl into a grin as he focuses on the road. Pulling up to a red light, he turns to rake his lurid gaze over my frame, my skin tingling with his inspection. “I’m going to share you with the guys.”
Then, he presses the gas and takes off at full speed.
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Amber
We arrive at his compound of sprawling estates gathered on hundreds of acres of rolling countryside, all fenced behind high barbed wire walls. The entire Harrington clan lives on the property with their respective families, and even his close friends gather in one of the smaller cabins for “hunting.” Usually, this means smoking up, playing video games, and drinking beer while having various women over when they want. But Jet tells his father they are practicing their shooting game to keep him off his lascivious back.
As he rolls us toward the hidden estate the boys have commandeered as their own, my stomach ties into knots, and my heart pounds with every inch closer as we drive on the cobblestone path winding through the tall oaks and pines. Are all three waiting inside for me? Am I about to be ambushed by several men in a gangbang? Where will they all fit?
Jet hasn’t spoken the entire ride, even when I asked him to be more specific. He only laughed and turned up the music before snagging my hand and kissing the back of it.
