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The bony guy’s erection springs free, and the girl grabs it in her small hand. She licks her plumped lips, her eyes hooded and unfocused. Nothing but Lorenzo’s long hard cock and the tightness in his spike-ringed hands betrays his excitement. Beefy Ricky is another story. He grins like a devil as he grabs the guy on his lap by his cock. The guy pushes his hips into Ricky’s grip, hissing with pleasure. Moments later, Ricky is giving him a mean-ass hand job, making the guy skid in his platform heels and reach up over his head to grab onto something.
I lick my lips as my eyes drop down to Zayne’s fly, and a gasp lodges in my throat at the sight of his long, thick outline. The memory of his enormous dick flashes through my mind and, before I know it, I let my hand crawl up his thigh.
“Don’t,” Zayne stops me. “I’m the one handing out orgasms tonight. Be a good girl, enjoy the show, and come all over my fingers.”
It hurts with three of them fucking me at a merciless pace, but I adore the intensity. My hips move to meet his pumping, guilty pleasure welling up in my core. The palm of his hand rubs against the open lips of my pussy, my clit creamed and swollen, getting all the stimulation it so desperately needs.
“Ah, I’m going to punish you for all the cock you’ve ever taken,” Zayne growls, sliding his fingers out to slap my pussy. I release the glass only to grab the edge of the counter with both hands. He slaps me again, and I throw my head back, laughing like I’ve just been liberated from long imprisonment. He shoves his fingers in again, rubbing the heel of his hand aggressively against my slick clit.
“How many men have you whored this pussy out to?” he growls in my ear.
I keep laughing, not giving it to him. He pushes the heel of his hand into my clit, his fingers stuffing me full.
“Give me the number.”
“Does body count turn you on?” I ask hoarsely.
I meet his eyes, and even through the blur of drunkenness, I see blue fire. He really wants to know.
I grab his wrist, rolling my hips, seeking pleasure. He stares at me intensely, those unique eyes sparkling with arousal that seems to torture him. That’s the end of me. That, and his arm snaking around my back to pull down the dress and the cup of my bra off one tit. It’s a risk, and that adds to the excitement. Everybody’s attention is on the two men fucking the girl and the guy. Zayne sticks out his tongue like a demon, running it hungrily over my pointy nipple.
I grab his head, fingers sinking into his hair as I come like crazy on his fingers, watching Lorenzo grab the girl by her hair and push his dick balls-deep down her throat. Ricky masturbates the guy on his lap furiously, causing him to thrust into his grip. He moans and arches with pleasure, losing it just like I do.
Zayne is still feasting on my breast as he withdraws his fingers, now coated in my cream, my walls still pulsing for him. Slickness covers fingers as he brings them up and licks my juice off like it’s the most delicious nectar, his eyes never leaving my face. Feasting on the heat in my cheeks and the satiation in my hooded eyes. There’s a new spark in his, but the hunger never left.
I adjust my position, the slickness under me still warm. My eyes fall down to Zayne’s lap to find his cock hard in his pants. By the tension in his jaw, he’s so horny it hurts.
He said tonight wasn’t about him, but fuck, I want his sperm all over me. I grab his erection through his pants, and this time he doesn’t protest.
“How about you come up to my room and unload this bastard inside my cock-battered cunt?”
Fiery arousal hardens the edges of his face. I grin to myself. In the end, I’m gonna be the one leading him to my room by his cock. I didn’t even notice when he pulled my bra and dress over my breast again, covering me from prying eyes. It’s only when he slashes a look over at Marco that I notice the bartender observing us. Covertly from under his eyebrows, but watching.
Marco’s spine snaps to attention, as if Zayne’s eyes cut into him. I’m sure the possession in the way Zayne’s arm wraps around my waist when helping me down from the stool isn’t lost on him either.
We make our way through the crowd, passing by the orgasming guy in platform heels and the gagging cock-sucking girl, Ricky, and Lorenzo completely focused on them. They’re both hot and sweaty and horny, too immersed in their own experience to mind Zayne and me anymore. Zayne was right. They have been more of a show for us than the other way around. But other patrons can’t help switching their attention to us as we pass them by, their eyes trailing after us as we head out.
Some people are making use of the seating amenities in the lobby, so I can’t do what I want to do just yet. It’s enough that my employees will finally see me take a man up to my room for the first time, their expressions a mix of judgment and awe. By the look on the front office girl’s face, she thinks I’m paying for professional entertainment, and I can’t even blame her. If anyone looks like a world-class fuckboy, it’s Zayne. Thank God Vernon already went to sleep in the back room, or the poor man would have a heart attack.
This is scandalous.
The corner of my mouth lifts as my original thought develops. The brain-racking orgasm Zayne gave me wiped away the effect of alcohol, and the only thing I’m high on right now is him, sending adrenaline through my system.
Finally, the elevator doors close, and I reach behind me to grab his cock, sighing at the thick feel of him.
“Damn, you’re big,” I croak, dying to turn around and look at him, search that face for the effect I have on him. I wish he’d say something so I could gauge where I stand with him, what I’m supposed to expect, but he doesn’t. He just lets me literally lead him by the cock to my room.
Yet the moment I make to introduce the card into the slot and turn on the lights and ventilation, he commands, “Don’t.”
My hand freezes. I grit my teeth. Why is it so natural to submit to him?
The door falls shut behind us, leaving us in almost complete darkness. I can hear my own breathing, my heart beating in my freaking temples.
He presses himself against me, the heat of his body spreading over my back.
“If you want to take control, you’re going to have to earn it.” He sounds as seductive as a demon in the obscurity, and just as dangerous. “I let you drag me here like a horny dog, but if you want to use me as one it’s going to take more. You’ll have to make me unable to resist it.”
“And how do I do that?” I whisper, grateful that I’m not facing him yet.
