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He leisurely lowers the zipper to my dress, and my eyes dart around to the buildings surrounding us. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, the nervous excitement from the possibility of the number of people who could see us. His hand, and the zipper, reach the small of my back, and with a slight nudge from Tristan, my dress lands in a pool around my feet.
“Get on your knees and show me what a good girl you are,” he demands as he steps back from me. I turn to face him, finding that he had rid himself of his shirt and shoes before he joined me. My eyes roam over the ink swirling his torso, and he places a soft hand on my shoulder. “On your knees.”
I lower myself to the tiles beneath me and stare up at his body as he beams down at me with pride. The pad of his thumb rubs against my lower lip, and I try to tease it with my tongue. Giving me what I want, he presses his thumb into my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it. He massages it against my tongue as I suck and stare into his eyes.
“Do you want my cock?” he asks, and I nod around his thumb. Slowly pulling from me, he replaces his thumb with his middle and ring finger. He rubs them over my tongue and toward my throat. “If you want my cock, undo my pants and take it out.”
I moan around his fingers as mine work to undo his belt and lower his zipper. His pants fall to his thighs, and his semi-hard length falls free. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I lift him to my mouth as he withdraws his fingers.
“Take what you can.” He rubs his damp fingers along my jaw, encouraging me. I slide his thick head between my lips and drag the smooth skin along my tongue as suck more of him into my mouth. Holding most of him in my hands, I bob over his head and a few inches of his shaft.
“You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he pants between moans as I continue to take him in my mouth. Lightly gripping my chin, he pulls his length from my mouth and urges me to my feet. “I want to thank you for being so good for me, and I can’t do that if I spill all over your tongue. Get on the chaise and put that gorgeous ass in the air.”
Turning from him, I immediately spot the wand laying on the cushion covering the chaise. “Sir?” I mutter, climbing onto the bed and getting into the position he requested.
“Relax. It can be as enjoyable as it can be painful.” He rubs his hand over my ass as he climbs onto the bed behind me. “Spread your legs nice and wide, and let me show you how I treat my good fucking girl.”
Tristan lifts the wand from beside me and spits on before flipping it on. He presses between my legs, and while it is a deep, buzzing vibration, it is much softer than last time. It taps against my clit as he teases me with it, and I push my ass back, trying to get more.
He rubs it over my pussy and holds it to my entrance for a moment before returning it to my clit. Slick with my arousal, he rubs the head against me, and the vibrations rattle against my clit and through my pussy until my thighs are trembling.
He hasn’t said anything, but I’m trying desperately not to come. Waiting for him to let me. I writhe against the wand and whimper, trying desperately to wait. His hand rubs along my back, and he asks, “Is my good little girl waiting for permission to come?”
“Yes,” I pant before begging, “Please.”
“You can come.” When he grants me permission, the trembling in my thighs and vibrations in pussy shoot through my entire body as I cry out in pleasure.
“Good girl.” He flips off the wand and drops it onto the cushion beside me. Roughly plunging two fingers inside of me, he groans and the noise goes straight to my core. “You don’t need permission tonight. I want you to come as much as you want.”
His fingers thrust vigorously into my pussy, rubbing against every tender spot inside me. I claw at the cushion beneath me and bury my face into it as he demands that I come again.
My moan is muffled by the cushion. “Tristan.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
TRISTAN
Layla comes again, her tight cunt clenching around my fingers as I continue to thrust and rub them inside of her. She is so fucking wet for me. Her arousal trickles down her thighs, and I can hear it splattering from her with every thrust.
“Do you hear how fucking wet you are? I love how fucking excited you get when I turn you into my little exhibitionist?” I kiss the words down her spine as she loses herself again.
I rub her wetness from my fingers over the head of my rock-hard cock and press into her. Placing both hands on the small of her back, I rest my weight on her. Forcing her to arch her back for me as I drive into her.
“Oh, fuck,” she exhales when I roughly bottom out inside of her.
Forgoing gentleness, I slam into her with reckless abandon. I want her to remember every thrust. Every twitch of my cock. To never have a second when she doesn’t vividly remember the feel of me inside her. And I want her to fucking come for me, screaming my name as she makes a mess of my cock.
I want the whole fucking city to listen to her come for me.
Letting everyone know she fucking belongs to me.
She moans and whimpers with almost every thrust as I bury her into the thin cushion beneath us. The orgasms string from her in such quick succession that her tight cunt quivers incessantly around my cock.
“Your pussy is fucking perfection.”
Fucking torturous perfection.
Holding back my own unrelenting need to come is nearly unbearable. I slam into Layla as she comes, pulling her tight and completely burying myself inside of her. Relishing in the rhythmic convulsions of her walls, I gather a moment of my own reprieve.
