Page 37 of Dirty Promises


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“I swear I’ll never get enough of your sweet cunt,” he murmured against me.

His crass words were unlike any I’d ever heard, and yet coming from him, they were a complete turn-on. My entire body tensed, waiting, anticipating, begging for more.

For a moment, I regretted the fact my hands were tied. I would’ve loved to have run my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. Then suddenly he was all in, with a combo of lips, teeth, and tongue, bringing me to the brink before just as suddenly stopping. I huffed in disappointment. He’d never teased me like this before.

“Relax, beautiful, we have all night.”

God, I was both excited and tortured by his statement. His smile ghosted against me as if he was enjoying my sweet torment. He spread my legs further apart and wedged a pillow under my lower back. I was now completely open to him. Displayed for him and all who were watching. The thought caused a shudder through my body. Was it possible to go mad with lust? I was about to find out.

As if he sensed my dark need, he put his fingers inside of me. “I’ve got you.”

He pumped his fingers inside of me in a way I’d never felt before. The pressure built, and my body didn’t feel like my own. Instead, it was his to command. My climax struck me like nothing else ever had. It was too much. My chest heaved, my muscles went tight. Then there was a rush of wetness.

A growl came from his throat. “Good girl.”

“Did I—?” I’d seen it in porn but never thought it was possible for me.

He whispered in my ear. “You squirted, yes. And it was spectacular.”

Fuck. He moved to clean me up with his tongue, tasting my climax. When his mouth moved lower, I froze.

“Has anyone had you here?” he asked, his magic fingertips fluttering at my pucker.

“No.”

He swiped at the wetness coating my pussy and pressed a finger slowly inside. Every synapse in my body fired, and when his thumb pressed down on my clit, I was coming again. He swallowed down my scream with a kiss.

I was vaguely aware he’d inserted another finger, stretching my ass. “We’ll play tonight. Need to work you in for my cock another time.”

Another time. I clung to this statement far too strongly. It was impossible to pretend I wasn’t ruined for all other men. Max was giving me more than my fantasy; he was giving me the care and trust in a partner I’d never had.

He moved down, kissing down my stomach, my legs, before rustling with something. “This will be cold for a second, but it’ll warm up. I want you to relax.”

I gasped at the foreign sensation of something metallic sliding into my back hole. The thought of having Max there someday left me dizzy.

My ears strained to figure out what he was doing now. Soft footsteps fell, and I could sense him getting closer to the top of the bed. “Scoot up.” He’d taken the pillow from under me and was now placing it between me and the headboard so I could sit up. “Open.”

The one word caused me to hum with pleasure.

I wasn’t the only one pleased. A hiss of breath issued from his mouth when he slid his cock between my waiting lips, and I started to suck. I sucked so hard he couldn’t move for a moment. His hands tangled in my hair, and I could feel him removing pins from a long-forgotten updo.

His strokes were slow as if not to overwhelm me. Nevertheless, I was a vessel for him to fuck at his mercy. I slobbered down his length, my eyes watering at every inch he pushed further.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Take it all.”

Suddenly I didn’t want the blindfold any longer. I’d rather watch him. I needed to see him come undone. I pulled off of him. “Remove the mask.”

“Are you sure?”

I knew why he was asking. It was one thing to know you were being watched, but another to see the people spectating. It could cause me to panic. “Yes,” I reassured him.

It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light. But once they did, I was thankful for the visual. His cock was perfection. His heated gaze locked on mine. I couldn’t seem to look away. Instead, I was mesmerized by how he held me, both literally by the hair and figuratively by the power of his stare.

“Do you want to look through the window at the people watching? At the couple who are so turned on right now they’re fucking against the glass?”

I wasn’t sure how I’d react, but there was only one way to find out. I looked over. And what I saw had me mesmerized. Max was right. There was a woman in the window, her nude body splayed against the glass. An arm was wrapped around her and there was no doubt a man was pumping into her from behind. It was so unbelievably hot to know they were turned on by watching us.

“It’s a private viewing room for couples. Figured we’d start slow.”

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