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In some instances, two men took a single woman at once.
In the corner, Walker’s father was vigorously fucking a woman bent across a table as she was being held down by two other men. I couldn’t tell which, uh, hole he was taking, but I could guess.
I gulped as Walker led me into the room and straight to a free couch. But my heart didn’t start pounding until I saw his father disengage from the woman he’d been with and start walking our way. A little yeep noise escaped out of my throat as Walker laid me down on the couch and looked up.
His cheeks went mottled with color when he saw his father. Unconsciously, my hand went to the collar at my neck. I yanked away as soon as I realized what I was doing, my body all but stiff as a board.
I waited anxiously to see what Walker would do next.
“You took your time in joining us,” Walker’s father said. The man had his large cock in his hand, rubbing it back and forth. “But as long as you allow your father first dibs, all can be forgiven.”
It was shocking to see him flash all his teeth as he looked down at me while still stroking his cock—so much like the politician’s smile I saw all the time on television every time he ran a new campaign—that for a moment I just froze. Naked on a couch, bared and all but defenseless, I froze.
He came nearer, and then I saw other men coming towards us too, realizing with a low thud in my stomach that I was supposed to be the main attraction tonight after all—
When suddenly Walker stepped between me and his father.
“No.” Walker said it so firmly, I could have cried. “If you notice, the collar is red. And I do not give my permission.”
Walker looked around at the whole room, jaw locked so tight his fury emanated from him. “The belle is mine tonight. I repeat, I do NOT,” he all but yelled the word, “give my permission.”
And then he turned. Ignoring his father as if he wasn’t there, Walker bent over me. The couch was wide. Large enough for him to bend a knee beside my hip as he came low, taking up my entire range of vision.
Blocking out everything else—everyone else—except him. “It’s just us, here,” he whispered.
And then he bent low and kissed me. Sweetly. Gently. So, so gently. His lips sank into mine. Around us, I heard disgruntled voices. But Walker just braced his elbows on either side of my body and cupped my face as he lowered himself on top of me.
“Shhh,” he whispered, like he was calming a spooked horse. “No one else is here.” When he said it, I could almost believe it.
It was easy for Walker St. Claire to become one’s entire world. My legs fell open for him and he slid one knee right against my suddenly moistening crotch. And then he lifted up only enough to start pulling off his jacket.
He threw it to the floor, followed by his vest, and then his shirt, and then his undershirt. Between each item of clothing, he’d pause to kiss me.
And I finally understood. He’d been holding himself back like such a gentleman in our room at night, and only here would he give into his deepest desires. But he wouldn’t just fuck me like another collared girl in this den of sin.
No, he would make love to me.
My leg lifted to wrap around his waist. “I need you,” I whispered, quietly, for only him to hear.
My words dragged a low groan from him and then both of our hands were frantically fighting the button of his pants. When we finally freed him, his cock sprung long and hard and I grasped for him.
I wasn’t kidding about needing him. I hadn’t known it was possible to need the physical connection with another person like this. I was wet for him, yes, and turned on, but it was so beyond that.
I hadn’t needed to line him up at my entrance, though. He was already thrusting forward. Aimed perfectly true for my drenched pussy. I gasped and flung my arms around him as the bulbous head of his cock made contact and then pushed through the lips of my—
“Greedy little cunt,” he whispered low in my ear as he slid so deep inside. My entire body arched up towards him, and I clung to his neck.
“Yes!” I gasped, high-pitched and breathy. “For you. Always for you.”
He grunted like a satisfied caveman and I clung to him, biting at his neck. He shifted with a hand underneath me squeezing my ass and slid even deeper. We both groaned at the motion. And then he pulled out and shoved back in again.
He speared me to my center, and I had never felt so laid bare. But unlike in the humiliating exposure of coming down the stairs, with Walker inside me, it felt— It felt like— He grabbed my hair low at the back of my head and dragged my head backwards. Then fucked me harder as he kissed me, never letting up the pressure of his hand fisting my hair.
