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Austin rubbed his hand across his erection, and she knew he liked that idea. What man wouldn’t? Of course, putting on a show for this man, a man she didn’t know but found arousing, sexy, would be crazy.
And exciting. Terribly, terribly exciting.
“Please,” the woman whimpered from the bed and all three of them startled at the sound of her voice. She hadn’t spoken all night, but she must’ve broke because once she started she didn’t want to stop. “Please fuck me. I’m begging you.”
She continued her soft begging and the man comforted her, rubbing the inside of her thighs, tapping her clit with his finger. He took the flogger from Michaela and flipped it so she held the bundle of leather straps, and she pushed it toward the woman’s open pussy, her hand shaking.
She was nervous. She’d never done something like this in her life, certainly had never been with a woman before in such a sexual manner. And she didn’t want to hurt this woman, didn’t want to screw it up.
Austin worked his belt buckle then the fly of his jeans, the unmistakable zipping sound loud, nearly making Michaela jump. She gazed up at him, saw the passion clouding his beautiful blue eyes and she wanted to make sure this was what he wanted.
“You don’t mind?” She waved her hand around, the flogger slapping against the inside of her arm when she did so and she gave a little hiss of pleasure at the contact.
“My fantasy is giving you what you want,” Austin whispered, his voice low, husky and melting her from the inside out. “And if this is what you want then I want to give it to you.”
His words gave her strength. The man took Michaela’s hand and guided it toward the woman’s pussy. He wrapped his hand over Michaela’s, urging her to rub the handle across her folds, and Michaela did, marveling at the way the woman arched and mewled, her body seeming to go crazy even though she was completely restrained.
“Fuck her,” the man murmured.
“Yes, fuck me,” the woman cried.
Slowly, Michaela rubbed the handle back and forth against the woman’s pussy. She circled her clit, slid the handle down, nudging her folds before she finally, slowly thrust it inside the woman’s welcoming body.
Frantically Michaela grabbed at the waistband of Austin’s jeans, her fingers curling in the waistband of his boxer briefs. The faint trail of black hair that led from his belly button downward tickled her knuckles and she yanked on the opening of the jeans, suddenly eager to get inside.
He stepped closer, making it easier for Michaela to lick the head of his cock, all the while easing the flogger handle in and out of the woman’s body. The man had long let go of the handle, sitting back on his haunches to watch everything take place.
It was difficult, hard to maneuver the handle and lick Austin’s cock. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking his thick length up and down in the same rhythm she fucked the woman. Her pussy dripped with cream, coating the very inside of her thighs, and she wished she could touch herself.
But her hands were occupied.
The man came forward, his head dipping close to his woman’s pussy and he breathed deep, a smile on his handsome face. His features were stark, strong nose and jaw, high cheekbones and firm lips, completely different from Austin but handsome nonetheless. His eyes met hers, dark and foreboding, and she licked her lips, unable to help herself.
He growled and buried his face against the woman’s pussy, his tongue lashing out to lick at her clit before sucking it in between his lips. Michaela continued the fucking and the stroking, her gaze lifting to meet Austin’s, and she watched his hips thrust, the clear drops of fluid seeping from the head of his cock.
She let go of the handle and the man took over, pumping it repeatedly within the woman. Michaela turned her full attention to Austin, pulling him into her mouth. His salty sweet essence dissolved on her tongue and she sucked vigorously, drawing him deeper.
Wanting more, wanting all of him, she needed that exquisite power of making him come in her mouth. Increasing her efforts, ecstasy bloomed within her when she heard Austin’s strangled groan. His fingers threaded through her hair, controlling her movements, slowing her down. She gazed up at him, saw the desire and the want and something else, a flicker of emotion that called to something deep within her.
Seeing it made her pause and she withdrew from him, gazing up at him in wonder. He pushed back her hair with gentle fingers, the heat in his eyes warming her, and she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.
How could he stare at her with such emotion, such tenderness all while they did such naughty, wicked things? She could only imagine what her previous boyfriends would say if they saw her like this. Pass their narrow judgment, call her terrible names, awful names that made her feel like a sick, perverted slut.
Yet Austin looked at her as if he couldn’t get enough of her. As if he completely understood her wants, her needs. Her fantasies.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice a little shaky, and she leaned in close to his cock, lapping at it gently with her tongue.
The woman on the bed gave a shout, indicating that she finally came. Her moans went on for what seemed like forever, and Michaela couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder to watch the woman thrash about. The man had dropped the flogger on the edge of the bed, his mouth on her, lips sucking intently on her clit.
She felt guilty, watching the man slowly bring his woman down from her orgasm when she should be paying attention to Austin. But this was nothing like she’d ever witnessed before. Certainly not live and in person.
Austin’s hand landed on the back of her head, soothing as he stroked her hair. “Go ahead and watch. This is what I brought you here for.”
Michaela closed her eyes, savoring his touch. This man was perfect. It felt as if he could read her mind and the way he touched her, gave her exactly what she wanted…
It was uncanny. It almost felt too good to be true.
Michaela opened her eyes to see the woman slumped against the mattress, her body limp, her breathing slowly evening out. The man stroked the inside of her thighs with tender fingers, barely touching her skin, and the woman sighed in relief.
