Page 7 of Indecent Obsession
“Look how wet that pussy is for me.”
I bite my lip, aching to be fucked. This is how I wanted that weekend of our brunch date to go. Just me and Drew fucking until we got each other out of our systems. But now he’s tangled up with me. Is that really what he wants?
His cock pressing against my entrance is the only warning I have before he thrusts deep, making my mind go blank. I cry out at the stretch and fullness of his thick cock inside me. He presses his chest against my back and his lips caress my jaw.
“I’m going to fuck you everywhere in this suite. They’ll be cleaning our cum stains from every inch.” He pulls out and thrusts in deep again.
A low moan presses at my lips. It feels so fucking good.
“They’re going to know what a naughty slut you are for me, my good little whore. They’ll know how you like to take me. Raw and hot.” He pumps his hips into me.
My breasts slide across the cool glass. I push back into him, needing it hard and rough. Wanting it. “Harder.”
He chuckles and grabs my hair, tugging my head back, arching my body so my breasts squeak against the glass with every thrust of his hips pushing his cock deep inside me. “With the lights out, they probably won’t see how pretty your tits are. Or how perfect your cunt wraps around my cock. Maybe I’ll fuck your ass so everyone can watch what a perfect little cum dumpster you are.”
“Please.” I’m lost in the need. In the idea that I’m his little whore and everyone can see exactly what he does to me. They’re all watching as he fucks me hard against this window. There’s no gentle in the tug on my hair. There’s no careful in the way his balls slap against my pussy.
“What does my filthy whore want?” His words are a growl in my ear.
I cry out as my pussy convulses around his cock, drawing him deeper and forcing him into his orgasm. Every inch of my skin tingles. Cursing, he thrusts hard a few more times before filling me with his cum. His groan mingles with my cry, echoing in the large space.
He gathers me in his arms, still buried deep inside me. “Good, princess?”
My breath comes out with a laugh. “Yeah, I’m good.”
An aftershock ripples around his cock.
The sound of ice cubes dropping into a glass startles me and I look over Drew’s shoulder.
“If you two are done…” Finn smirks as he pours some liquor over the ice. “I think we’re all ready for the next round.”
Chapter 3
Hard Count
Sara
Drew slides his cock out of me. His hands stay on my hips. “Are you okay? That wasn’t too rough?”
I turn in his arms and smile up at him. “It was good.”
He moves his hands to my waist and draws me in against him. His dark eyes search mine. “You’re perfect, princess. It’s just a game, and if you don’t like any piece of it, I won’t play it again.”
I wrap my hands around his neck and stretch up on my toes to reach his mouth with mine. Smiling against his lips, I say, “I’m still getting used to this sex thing, but I definitely like the way you do it.”
He kisses me like we have all the time in the world and my other lovers aren’t watching us. The heat inside me swells again. I’m so ready to make up for lost time.
Drew rests his forehead against mine and breathes me in for a second. Then he kisses me on the cheek and walks over to the bar to get a drink.
“She’s all warmed up for you.” He chuckles, not at all bothered by his nudity.
Standing there, naked with Drew’s cum running down my thigh, I’m uncertain of the etiquette in this situation. Do I excuse myself and go clean up in the bathroom? Or do I pretend like I’m not leaking another man’s cum while looking at my other guys?
Wyatt watches me with those dark eyes. His attention, now that I have it, is absolute. My insides twist in delight at the wickedness in his gaze. Dante lounges on the couch. His cock is out and in his hand, and he’s stroking it slowly. My pussy pulses, needy and ready for more.
“Come here, pip.”
I wet my lips. Fuck, I’m up for whatever they want to do to me. Ready to lose myself in them for tonight. I walk over to him, conscious of their heated eyes watching my every move. Like they’re predators. A shiver runs through me at the feel of being their prey.
