Page 67 of Seal My Fate

Yes.Fuck.

I clench, and Saint makes a low noise of approval, his fingers tracing my clit through the silk. Rubbing me softly, making me shake in his lap. “That’s right. You’re going to show them all just how sweet this pussy is. And who knows? Maybe if you’re very good, I’ll even share.”

In front of us, the woman orgasms with a cry, the sound of her pleasure drowning out my own moans. She shakes and writhes, as the men pull out, and explode their climaxes all over her body, pumping and groaning as the ribbons of their pleasure coat her dress and skin. I can hear the mutters of ecstasy around us, but everything fades away, as the men gently carry her from the bed to a dark corner, and Saint leads me to take their place.

My heart pounds.

He sits me back on the bed and kisses me softly on the lips. “Just say the word, baby,” he reassures me, sliding my dress up, over my head and tossing it aside. Without a bra, I’m suddenly bared to the room, my breasts naked, and my hot pink panties leaving nothing to the imagination.

I feel a flush of self-conscious pleasure. The last time I was on display like this, we were at the club, and Saint blindfolded me. Now, there’s nothing hidden: I can see the couples and groups sprawled lazily around the room, engrossed in their own filthy pleasures.

Eyes sliding over me. Curious.Tempted.

“Which word is that?” I ask, feeling a new boldness blossom inside me. I recline so I’m propped on my elbows, then inch my knees apart, and give him a flirty look. “‘Please? Harder?More?’”

“All of the above.” Saint’s eyes flash with lust, and suddenly, he’s ripping my panties away and diving between my thighs, gripping tightly to hold me in place.

Oh God.

Saint’s tongue slides over my clit, and I can’t help but moan.

Heads turn.

Fuck.

It’s like electricity sparkling in my bloodstream. He licks me again, tongue swirling over my tender bud, and I sink back, feeling the attention settle over me like a blanket of pleasure.

Is it wrong to be so turned on like this? I don’t even care. All that matters is the heat rising in my body, and the sharp ache between my thighs, and Saint’s wicked, wonderful mouth lavishing me with pressure in all the right places as my moans grow louder, wild in the hush of the room. It’s incredible. I can feel their eyes on me, their own hands wandering as Saint sends my body hurtling closer to the brink in record time. Closer…Closer…

I’m poised on the edge of my climax, panting, when Saint lifts his head. “Almost there, baby?” he asks, with a smug grin.

“God, yes,” I moan, writhing.

“Good.”

He lands a light slap on my pussy that makes me yelp in surprise. Then he’s kneeling on the bed beside me, tearing open his pants, and freeing his thick, straining cock. “Time to show them just how well you take this dick,” he demands, spreading my legs wider.

“And darling? Make it loud.”

He thrusts into me, hard, andfuck, I cry out at the feel of him—stretching me, invading.

God.

Saint buries himself deep, grinding all the way to the hilt. I sob, trying to adjust to him, clenching wildly as the pleasure begins to build. “That’s right, darling,” he groans approvingly, snapping his hips back, and fucking me into the mattress.

Deep. So deep.Fuck.

“Clench it for me, night and tight.Fuck, you feel incredible… They know it, too,” he adds in a low growl, just for me. “Every man in this room wishes he was balls-deep in this heaven right now.”

Oh.

In a rush, it all comes back to me. The party. This room.All those people. The tight drag of Saint’s cock inside me made everything else disappear, but now, awareness prickles my skin in a hot flood of thrilling pleasure. I gasp, turning my head to look, as Saint thrusts into me again.

They’re all watching now.

Eyes, masked in the dark. Naked bodies. Hands, gripping cocks. Slid between open thighs. Mouths parted. Getting themselves off to the sight of him fucking me.

I come with a howl; I can’t help it. The orgasm crashes through me, swift and sweet, and God, not nearly enough.

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