Page 70 of Taming Her

He stroked her hair, then over her cheek, finally releasing the pressure on her head.

Then he undid the button on his pants and drew down his zipper.

Her excitement escalated as he revealed his erection.

“Suck me,” he whispered.

Her mouth watered at the sight of the domed head of his cock.

He gripped her hair in his fist, raised her head then pushed her down.

She took him, folding her tongue around his shaft. Her man was turned on and needed her to sort him out. And the way he demanded it, took from her, no one else had ever dared. But Griff… he did.

He dared.

She sank low, filling her mouth with cock.

He hissed out a breath, then dragged on her hair and pulled her upward so only his glans sat in her mouth.

She gripped his thighs, the sting in her hair roots almost drawing tears to her eyes, and breathed deep.

He forced her down again then drew her up.

Quickly he set up a firm, steady rhythm. Her pussy dampened and her smarting ass tingled. She had a desperate longing to be naked with him, to have him inside her, giving her the mind-blowing orgasms he was so good at dragging from her body.

But she did feel like they were in their own world. It was so long since she’d looked around the room. And was anyone watching them? When what was obviously a highly erotic show was going on, surely her head bobbing up and down in Griff’s lap wouldn’t draw attention.

A drip of pre-cum coated her tongue. He moaned softly, his fingers tightening.

She used the tip of her tongue to stroke the base of his shaft when he went deep and held her jaw so wide the joints ached.

He swelled in her mouth, more pre-cum escaping onto her tongue.

Ava’s pussy trembled. Her clit was tingling. He was so close. She was excited for his climax, to feel his release and his pleasure.

“Ffffuck…” he moaned, clamping her onto his cock.

A rush of energy surged up his shaft and her mouth filled with thick salty cum. She swallowed it down, then took the next spurt. Giving him what he wanted, being his orifice for orgasm.

Wailing came from the stage, the climax of the act also arriving. The room seemed to be humming with approval and concentration.

Ava closed her eyes and, breathing fast, took the last of Griff’s pleasure.

Then he released his grip on her hair and stroked the tangle he’d created.

She kept him lodged deep, not wanting to move without his permission.

After a few minutes, when his erection subsided, he pulled from her mouth and tucked himself away.

Still on her knees, she placed her cheek on his thigh again, the heat of his skin radiating through his trousers onto her face.

She closed her eyes, and waited for her breathing to return to normal.

After a few minutes he spoke, “You’ve done well.” He traced her jawline. “And as a reward you can watch the next show.” He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her onto his lap, her back against his chest and her legs and knees folded over his. “And you may speak freely now.”

She blinked through a head rush then looked around the room. Ray had moved to the next table and was seated with a woman in black fishnet stockings and red knickers and nothing else other than a thick collar. Her dark hair was long and curly and partially covered her pierced nipples.

“See, Ava,” Griff whispered. “No one is interested in you and me and our little party. Everyone here has seen it all before.”

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