Page 83 of Dollhouse

All too soon Rowen removes his hand and sucks those same two fingers that were just inside of me into his mouth.

That is so fucking hot.

His fingers return to my panties, but inside of entering me like I want, he circles both my hole and my clit in a teasing manner.

“Do you like this? Knowing we can get caught at any second. Someone can come up here and see us or hear you.” His breath is warm against my ear, and I can hear the huskiness of his voice that becomes prominent every time he is turned on.

We can be caught, but no one could hear me over the music.

“Rowen, please.” I beg, needing his fingers to return home desperately. He’s teasing me, and I am too horny right now for that.

“Do you like it, angel? The idea of getting caught doing something you shouldn’t?”

“Yes, yes I do. Now, please.” I grab the hand that was inside of my panties and move it down where I need it.

At my entrance.

A chuckle rumbles through his chest that I felt against my back before I heard it.

He gives me what I want and slides two fingers back inside of my slick wetness.

“Fuck,” he rasps, “You’re so fucking wet for me, angel.” With his thumb on my clit, he plays me like an instrument, his skilled fingers curling inside of me and hitting that one spot that makes my breathing quicken, and my eyes roll back.

Two minutes is all it took for Rowen to send me floating on cloud nine with an orgasm that shook my entire body. He has to hold me down with his left arm to keep me from convulsing off his lap.

Rowen doesn’t stop pumping his fingers even as the orgasm swallows me whole.

He continues, acting as if it doesn’t matter that I’m screaming and writhing on his lap, or that my pussy is probably squeezing his fingers so tightly he may lose circulation.

My eyes close, his fingers pushing into me rapidly and sending me into a second orgasm before I can even finish riding the waves of the first.

I am too wrapped up in my own pleasure, lost when his lips kiss the sensitive skin beneath my ear, that I didn’t notice when the curtain was pulled back and we had an audience.

“So much for no sex.” Someone grumbled under their breath, but it wasn’t said quietly enough that I couldn’t hear it.

My eyes shoot open and instantly land on Eli who is staring at me with a mixture of darkness and lust in his eyes. I watch with an open mouth as he shrugs out of his jacket, rolls up the sleeves to his black dress shirt, and falls to his knees between Rowen and I’s spread legs.

Eli stares at me with such a burning intensity that I need to look away but can’t.

He holds me hostage with his stare.

Rowen removes his hand from my panties, and I shudder at the loss, only to groan a second later at the instant burn and snap of fabric when he rips my panties off.

With my panties out of the way, Eli’s mouth is quick to cover my cunt and suck it so roughly I swear he’s successful with sucking my soul from my body.

I gasp at the assault, his warm velvet tongue circling and wrapping around my over sensitive clit. He slides two fingers inside of me easily with how wet I am.

What I wasn’t prepared for is the delicious stretch of having Rowen insert two of his own fingers inside of me.

They both pump me in perfect rhythm.

“Fuck, let me in on this,” King grumbles, and I hear the rattle of his belt. Turning my head to the side, I’m met with his cock that’s standing proudly. I part my lips, and he feeds his cock inside of my mouth.

“Fuck, butterfly. You look good with a mouthful of cock.” He groans, his hand moving to the back of my head.

Someone, I don’t know which one, pulls my dress off of my shoulders, exposing my perfect tits thanks to Dr. Hudson.

Sebastian always complained my breasts were too small, and on our first anniversary he gifted me with breast augmentation surgery. It was the only thing he made me do that I didn’t mind.

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