Page 31 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

“Take off the rest of her costume,” Baron ordered. “And spread her legs.”

With one arm anchored around my waist, Merrick lifted me just enough to strip off the remains of my clothing. I kicked my heels off, too, for easier movement. Then Merrick shifted my legs wide, hitching my knees over his thighs.

“That’s better,” Baron said, his voice husky and low.

As he rolled to a stop at a red light, I saw the flash of his phone screen come to life. Then Troy’s face popped up on a video call.

“Watch,” was the one-word explanation Baron gave. He slotted the phone in the holder on the dashboard, providing a clear shot of Merrick and I in the back seat. Troy’s eyes flickered wider with interest, drinking in the sight of me.

“What do you think, Troy?” Merrick said with unmistakable smugness in his voice. “After Kenna’s knock-out performance tonight, does she deserve to be full of my fingers? Or my cock?”

Troy swallowed hard and a corner of his mouth turned up with a smile. Even though he couldn’t be here, he was enjoying this just as much as we were.

“Definitely cock,” he said. “You’re bigger than me. She’ll love it. Won’t you, Kenna?”

I gripped the seats in front of me for support, shivering with excitement. Merrick moved behind me with the clank of his belt and the rasp of his zipper. When I started to look over my shoulder, Troy clucked his tongue.

“Eyes on me, darling,” he said. “I want to see the expression on your face when Merrick fills you to the brim and it feels so good that you can’t stand it.”

A moment later, the thick, blunt head of Merrick’s cock prodded at my entrance.

“Baron,” Merrick grunted. “Open her up.”

The red light would turn green at any moment now but that didn’t matter. Baron reached back and I grasped his hand, guiding him between my thighs. His fingers dipped easily into my wet pussy with just enough of a stretch. He curled upward, stroking higher until he was knuckles-deep inside me.

Merrick skimmed his hand down my back, his palm curving over one ass cheek.

“Have you ever taken anyone in this perfect ass yet, princess?” he asked.

It was difficult to think straight with Baron’s fingers curling and uncurling, making my thighs tremble.

“Yes…once or twice,” I managed to rasp. “I didn’t…didn’t really like it though.”

He hummed in thought.

“Use just your thumb, Merrick,” Troy said. “Or a vibrator, if you have that. Works like a charm.”

Merrick leaned forward, brushing a kiss to the back of my neck.

“Is that true, Kenna?”

I nodded. “I always wanted to take more than that but I never could.”

He swept a lock of hair away from my eyes with surprising tenderness for someone who never smiled.

“Don’t force anything, all right? It’s supposed to feel good. You know that.”

The traffic light flashed to green. Baron pulled his hand away, leaving me empty. I whined at the loss of him. But I barely had a chance to recover before Merrick was pushing inside me with a stretch that took my breath away. He was short and thick—thicker than anything I’d had before.

“Breathe, baby,” Merrick murmured against my skin.

When I started to reach for my clit, Troy spoke.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

I blew out a breath, overwhelmed by the flood of sensation as Merrick sank deeper inside me, inch by inch. I could feel every vein, every throb and twitch. I could feel the heavy drag of his blunt headed cock.

I heard a wet sound behind me right before Merrick pressed his thumb against my ass and pushed.

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