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The woman doesn’t hesitate. She places her palms on the floor and inches forward, her hips swaying as she does. The woman on the throne has hair so dark it’s almost black and supple red lips. Her smoky eyes are trained on the redhead crawling to her in light pink lace lingerie, her creamy white ass exposed for both of her partners to enjoy.
Without permission, a moan escapes from deep in my throat. At the sound, Jay pulls me back until we’re hidden behind the curtain but with a view of the actions playing out on the other side.
“Is this what you want, Kitten? You want to watch?” he murmurs against my neck, nipping at my skin and making me whimper an involuntary yes.
When the woman reaches the throne, she turns back to look at the man. As she does, her eyes meet mine and light up in excitement. She wants an audience.
And I want to watch.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“She likes it too,” Jay whispers.
I arch into him, desperate to know if he’s as affected by the scene as I am.
He chuckles against my ear, knowing exactly what I’m doing, his fingers raking through the strands of the wig. “Blond? Really?”
I lean back so I can look at him. “That’s what you like, isn’t it?” I whisper, challenge in my tone.
He locks eyes with me, his expression hard, and shakes his head. “What I like is you. Blond, brunette, fucking panting over two women together, whatever you like, Kitten. However you are, that’s what I want.”
I bite my lip, and he pushes my chin so I’m facing the show again. “Eyes over there. I know what you like.”
I want to protest, but when his hand skates down my chest, pausing at my nipple, where he squeezes until I buck against him, he’s forced to clamp a hand to my mouth to silence me again. We both know exactly what I want.
The redhead is between the other woman’s legs, her tongue drawing languid circles against her clit, causing her to throw her head back against the throne in ecstasy. And the man strokes himself as he watches, twisting his wrist with each upward stroke.
It’s obscene.
“This is what you like,” I say against Jay’s hand. “Two women.”
He slips a hand between my legs and slides his finger under my panties, making me hiss in surprise. His other hand presses harder against my lips. “Sweetheart, I’m not the only one enjoying the show. But I promise, this”—he bucks his hips against my ass so I feel every inch of his hard length—“isallbecause of you.”
I whimper again as he presses his middle finger inside me, both of us groaning as he discovers just how wet I am. I crane my neck so I can look him in the eye as he pumps his finger in and out, driving me wild. He releases the hand covering my mouth and fixates on my lips, never slowing his movements.
“No man has ever touched me,” I arch back and whisper against his mouth, knowing it will drive him to the brink.
It’s driving me to the brink.
I have a feeling he’s going to take all my firsts.
His eyes turn molten, and he slams his lips to mine, working his fingers inside me faster while his palm presses against my clit. Draping my arms over his shoulders behind me, I deepen the kiss and ride the wave of pleasure he’s so expertly choreographing.
The sounds of the woman on the throne crying out mix with my own cries, and I don’t even care. While he continues his assault between my legs, he slips his free hand under my shirt until he’s cupping my breast through my bra and tweaking my nipple again. The move sends an explosion rocketing through my body, forcing a loud moan from my lips, despite his attempts to silence me with his mouth.
I come so hard I bite down on his lip, my body falling limp against his and my knees practically giving out.
“Care to join us?” one of the women calls.
I can’t pull my attention away from Jay long enough to make sense of her question, let alone respond. He shakes his head at me, then pulls me back and murmurs an apology. Before we’re out of view, I take one more peek at the throuple on the other side of the curtain. At that exact moment, the man slams into the girl in pink. She’s still on her knees, with her head between the other woman’s legs once more. The woman in black, the one poised so regally on the throne, bites her lip and grabs the redhead’s long tresses, arching into her mouth as her head falls back and she screams through her release.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as Jay chuckles against my neck.
“Come on, Kitten. Game’s over.” He slips his hand into mine and leads me down the hall.
We make it three steps before I push him into the wall. For a moment, he just stares at me, but then a slow grin spreads across his face. He pushes the blond hair behind my ear and murmurs, “Hi, beautiful.”
My breath hitches at his words. At the truth behind them. This isn’t ayou look beautifulmoment. He truly believes I am. “Hi,” I whisper back. “Are you really here?”
