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It’s what I sense. The gaze of so many aroused bodies. The musk of their desire. The tension to fuck. The heat of their anticipation and the safety of this circle.
It’s almost as erotic as doing this for just him, obeying as I part my cheeks, splaying my soaked, swollen sex open for Jace’s camera.
Our camera.
“Fuck, Viv.” He pants, the shutter clicking. “Whose little, wet pussy is this?”
“Yours, my king. Always.” I clench my walls, letting him see me swell for him. Throb for him. Ache for him. God, I’m dying for Jace.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You’re so swollen and pink. You ready?”
I lick my lips. “Yes, my king.”
I hold my position, exposed to the room, watching him walk over and hand our camera to Delphine. She’s on her throne, her legs spread for Grant’s thick, tatted fingers, proudly toying with her clit.
Returning to me, Jace gently guides me to lie down on my belly. I sigh, then gasp as he suddenly rips my panties off, lust smearing down my thighs before he’s picking me up. Draped naked over his arms, he aims toward his throne. Stopping before it, he leans down, kissing me, sighing over our lips. “I love you, Vivian Tate.”
Joy flutters my heart. “I love you too.”
It’s tender because his next command isn’t. “Now, turn around and grab my throne while I fuck you like a queen on it.”
Smiling, I kneel, naked, on the plush black velvet seat. It’s soft while I grab the hard, golden crest rail of his throne. It’s deep enough for me to arch open for him, turning my cheek to press it against the upholstered back.
Staring to my right, Zar’s nude on his queen’s throne, and palming Nick’s skull. Nick is kneeling before him, teasing Zar’s hard cock with licks and sucks while they prepare to watch us.
With Nash gone, Loch is free to kneel before Alena on her throne. Loch’s nude. He’s hard. He mirrors his brother, pleasing his queen. He’s moaning into Alena’s pussy, devouring her as she watches us, her eyelids hooded with lust.
I glance over my shoulder, breathless to witness Jace shoving his boxers to his ankles, his massive dick, ironhard and dripping for this, while behind him, the others are watching as well.
“For so damn long…” Jace reaches between my kneeling legs, his thick male fingers gliding between my petal-smooth lips. “I imagined this, Viv. It’s all I’ve wanted: to fuck you on my throne and make you mine.”
I’ve been so wet all night, and he’s been waiting so long; he doesn’t delay. Slowly penetrating my wet cunt with two fingers, he makes me groan. Shivering, my walls clench greedily around his probing digits, loving the lewd public act of Jace making sure my pussy is ready to take his cock.
Panting, I watch Zar with Nick, and Loch with Alena, while I can feel Jace remove his fingers. Replacing his touch with his slick crown, parting my lips, teasing it over my excited clit, before notching it against my aching entrance.
“You’ll always be a good girl for me, Vivian”—he grabs my hips—“but right now, I need to fuck you so bad you’ll forget your name.”
He doesn’t do it fast, but it’s savage how Jace penetrates me. Inch by brutal, thick inch. Claiming my waiting cunt. His painful girth stretches me so much I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t resist. The size of his cock drives out every thought but him, claiming every nerve, every space, every breath as I gasp so full of him, it’s intense and orgasmic and taking me so fast.
“Jace,” I whimper, skin sweating, thighs shaking, cunt constricting, feeling him seat himself so deeply inside my body, his balls tickle my clit.
“Yes, that’s it, baby.” He circles his hips, aggressively grinding, lusciously massaging, heightening every sensation in my body. “You always come so fast when you finally get my big dick inside this tight pussy. My proud little slut wants me so much, don’t you?”
A moan crawls up my throat, saliva pooling in my mouth, desire dripping from my cunt.
He reaches around, strumming my engorged clit. “I’m gonna need this pretty pussy to come real hard on my dick so I can fuck it even harder. Come on, Viv. Turn and face our camera. Show everyone how much you love it when I fuck you.”
Panting, I turn my head left, my eyelids heavy, my stare finding the camera lens aimed at me. Capturing how I crave this. How I’m proudly getting fucked by Jace on his throne.
“Good girl,” he praises, pumping his enormous cock, smacking his balls against my clit. “Now show all these people what a good slut you are for your daddy.”
He smacks my ass and sets me free.
I scream, liberated, looking into my camera, shaking, and coming so hard, lust streams down my thighs. I can’t feel anything but Jace, lifting my back to his chest, his lips pressed to my ear.
“Fuck yes, Smokeshow, I can feel your proud pussy squirting down my thighs. You’re made for me. You love this.” He grabs my neck. “Now, hang on to my throne. This is gonna be rough because I’m about to lose my mind fucking your dripping cunt.”
It’s beastly how hard Jace fucks me, his manhood attacking everything inside me until all I can grasp is our love, his throne, and every breath he thrusts out of my body until only he remains.
