Page 66 of Such a Good Girl

I almost laughed. She had no idea what she was thanking me for. No, I wasn’t going to let anyone else touch her. Not tonight, at least. But I was going to fuck her so hard she probably wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

The women were on their backs now, watching the crowd around them. The men drilled into them, faster and harder, until they were a pile of sweaty limbs, moaning and grasping at each other as their desire took over. The savage, primal need for release gripped them in its sweet embrace, keeping them on the edge until they pushed themselves to the brink of that darkness. Dozens of eyes looked on, locked in the embrace themselves.

We all have kinks.

Some of us are fond of watching, and some of us are fond of being watched. Does it matter which is which? Does it matter if you don’t even feel the difference between the two?

Let the watched be the watchers. That was the beauty of these rituals. We’re all connected. We’re all one. We were all engaged in the moment. We all felt the passion. We were all gifted with the fulfillment that we couldn’t find anywhere else.

And that gift was sacred.

This was what I hoped Rosie felt. The same thing I felt. The magic of the darkness, the sacredness of the gift.

The gift offered straight from the very hands of the gods of passion themselves.

The show would continue until those women were gifted the seed of every man in the room — except for mine. And I didn’t need to stick around any longer. In fact, my desire for Rosie had reached its pinnacle. I knew that the time I’d waited for had finally come.

“Let’s go,” I said, tugging on her hand and pulling her away.

“My robe,” she muttered.

“Leave it,” I insisted, guiding her back to another semi-private room.

I could have taken her there, in front of everyone, but the desire to be alone with her was overwhelming.

What I really wanted to do was take her home with me and make love to her in my own bed. That realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I rarely did that with anyone.

The taking home part, occasionally.

The love making part? That was nonexistent.

What had gotten into me?

The urge to be tender with Rosie — with anyone — was new.

I pushed whatever I was feeling away as quickly as it had arrived, turning my attention to the needs of my throbbing cock.

I closed the door to the room behind us, blocking out the sounds of chanting and moaning still echoing through the temple.

Then, I was on her.

Passion roared up inside me like a volcano threatening to erupt. When she wrapped her arms around me and opened her mouth to allow my tongue complete access to her hot mouth, I knew she was on the verge of erupting, too.

I gently pushed her onto the bed. The sight of her lying there, with her hair fanning out around her head, her naked body spread out below me like the finest feast I’d ever seen, sent ripples of pleasure through me.

My bare skin was hungry for her velvety skin. My cock throbbed painfully, less than an inch away from her pussy. My mouth found hers again, our tongues delving and seeking, our kiss deepening along with our blossoming desire.

I tore my mouth from hers.

“I didn’t get enough last time,” I said, overwhelmed with the need to taste her again. She watched me inch down her body, placing feathery kisses along her belly, teasing her, going as slowly as my body would allow. Every cell was screaming at me to get inside of her, but I was determined to slow things down, to give her as much pleasure as I could before I took my own.

Each gasp from her mouth, every moan, every sharp exhale, left me shaking. And when my mouth finally found its way to her sex, I inhaled her intoxicating scent, before I dove in.

My tongue slid inside of her wetness, the delicious nectar I knew I’d find already dripping from her. Her hands found the back of my head, pushing me into her as she cried out. My lips captured her clit, sucking and nibbling until she was writhing above me, her thighs tightly wrapped around my head as I slid a finger inside of her.

Her hips flew upward, bucking and shaking, while I sucked on her clit and pushed in a second finger.

“West!” she gasped, and threw her head back.

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