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He’s also going to make me come.
There’s no way around it. I’m climbing higher and higher; there’s so much of him it feels like he’s ingraining part of himself inside me, and his heavy balls slap my clit with every deep thrust and twist of his hips. Fuck, like a thread, he undoes me, leaving me a pitiful mess of nothing.
Through hooded eyes, I see them. Our onlookers. They’re watching us. Couples. Single men. Their reactions come to me in brief glimpses.
Men stroke themselves and play with their partners. One hikes his companion’s dress up over her hips and begins playing with her ass while she strokes him, and another steps up behind his partner before shoving a hand down the front of her dress to fondle her while she grinds her ass against him.
I grow wetter knowing that we’re doing this to them. It’s erotic and sinful, and I’d think I was dreaming if it wasn’t for the very real sense of being filled, my pussy stretched and pushed beyond my limits.
A man steps out of the shadows, walking toward us. I notice his cock in his hand. It’s hard to make out his face when I’m being fucked for dear life. “Let me take that pouty fucking mouth of yours and put it to good use,” he taunts and takes a step closer.
A sniggle of fear takes root in my belly. I don’t know if I want to be shared and used like this. Before I can say a word, Colton is growling, but his thrusts remain the same as he speaks through his teeth.
“Touch her, and I’ll cut off your dick and shove it down your throat. She is mine, and the only one who gets to fuck her throat, pussy, or ass is me.” The possessive tone of his voice makes me shiver and heightens my pleasure. He’s doing things to me I never thought were possible, making me feel things I never wanted to experience before.
He leans over me, one hand on either side of my body, lowering his head to pant into my ear. “Shit, see, they all want you. They wish they were me, balls deep in this tight pussy. They want to be the one you’re screaming for.”
“Oh, Colton…” I manage between the moans I can’t contain, louder and louder every time he crashes against me. It hurts so good…
“Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna squeeze my cock tighter than you already are?”
“Yes!” I gasp, the sensations building to their peak.
I was already so close, but this? I couldn’t keep myself from coming if I wanted to—and I don’t want to, not at all. I want to fall apart in front of these people. I want them to remember this. To remember him and me.
“Let me hear it. Let me hear you come, baby.” And then he yanks on the leash, pulling my head back, and I let out something between a sob and a scream as that last little bit of sensation shatters me, leaving me shaking and screaming and falling apart for everyone to see.
By the time the rush of blood in my ears quiets enough that I can hear what’s happening around me, Colton roars his own release, sending a splash of hot cum across my ass. I’ve never felt so dirty, so used, so triumphant.
I notice the smiles around me, smiles of approval, and even catch one of the men coming down the throat of his eager partner. He came while watching me. A shudder runs through me, and now all I want is to do it again.
But not just yet. There are limits to what my body’s capable of, and right now, I am so sore I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk.
It’s only another moment before Colton wipes me clean—they must keep towels on hand for this. I don’t try to get up until he tugs on the leash, and his little smirk when we are face to face again tells me that was the right move. He likes to be in control.
And it seems I like being controlled.
I guess you learn something new every day.
“How did you like that?” he asks, though, of course, he must know.
“What do you think?” I lower my gaze, looking down at his crotch before meeting his eyes again. “You felt it. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“I always had a feeling there was a bad girl underneath the surface.” That gets me blushing, which of course, makes him laugh. “Come on. You can finish cleaning up, then we’ll go upstairs. They’ll be seating us for dinner soon.”
“Good, I’m starving.”
He smells faintly of sweat and cologne when he pulls me in close, lowering his head so our lips brush. “Just know I’m not finished with you. Nowhere near it.”
Sore or not, I don’t want him to be. Because I’m not finished with him, either.
COLTON
I’m walking on air by the time we enter the dining room on the third floor, surrounded on all sides by windows giving us a view of the riverfront and the fireworks that are soon to come.
Several tables are already in use, guests enjoying drinks and conversation after playing downstairs. I recognize a couple of them as witnesses to what went on between Harper and me.
I still can’t wrap my head around it. She’s like a dream come true—willing, even eager, and clearly just as hot as I was over performing for an audience. It’s like she was made for me. All this time, I never imagined finding someone in tune with my needs.
