Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
This is just another flavor of it.
I’m so wet, I’m practically dripping. Jafar drapes his arms over the back of the chair, leaving me to guide this play. I’m not in charge, though. I’m a fool if I believe otherwise.
I guide his cock into me and sink down until he’s sheathed to the hilt. Even with the earlier orgasms and his fingers readying me half the night, it’s still an adjustment. I roll my hips experimentally, shifting as the almost-pain of him melts into pure pleasure. “Oh.”
“Mmm.” His gaze tracks every flicker of my expression, reading me. “This is my fantasy, baby girl.”
I blink. “What?”
“That I’m working late. The house is quiet around us, everyone off doing their own shit. And you walk through the door wearing nothing but that cocktease of a robe. We don’t need to talk. You just drop the robe, climb into my lap, and take my cock just like this.” He cups my breasts roughly, tugging at my nipples. “You don’t even lock the door. You’re too eager to get me inside you.”
I brace my hands on his shoulders and lift myself almost all the way off his cock, only to slide down again and take him deeper yet. I roll my hips, rocking against him. Yes, this is exactly what I need. “I need your cock too much to worry about someone walking in.”
“You have my cock.” The way he says it almost sounds like he means something else, but desire wraps too tightly around us for me to divine what.
I rock faster, my orgasm building with every stroke. “I want them to walk in.” I can’t stop fucking him, can’t stop talking, simply can’t stop. “I want them to watch me ride your cock, to see you slide into my body, to see you claim me.” So many things I shouldn’t want, but I burned shouldn’t to ash tonight. I don’t care what a good girl would want, because I do want these things.
And Jafar seems only too happy to provide them.
“You want them to watch.” His voice is so low, it rumbles through my body in the most delicious of ways. He finally touches me, grasping my chin and bringing my gaze to him. “That’s just for starters. Yes, they’ll watch. They’ll fist their cocks and imagine it’s them you’re so desperate for.” He pulls me closer yet, until his wicked promises ghost against my lips. “And next time, I’ll crook my finger and one of them will join. We’ll pass you around just like you’re craving, let you fuck us until you run out of desire.”
I can’t breathe.
Every time he mentions the idea of more people in the room, more people inside me, I can barely process the sheer need that rolls through me. “My mouth?” I breathe.
“Mouth. Cunt.” His other hand moves down to trace my crack. “Ass.” His slow grin has me grinding harder on him, fighting to take his cock deeper yet. “But not tonight. Tonight is just for watching.”
He releases my ass and reaches behind him. I’m still trying to figure out what he’s doing when he uses his grip on my chin to turn my head to the wall bordering the hallway.
It’s completely transparent now, and there’s a crowd watching. Men and women, both. I pick out Meg near the front. She meets my gaze and smiles slowly, sending a bolt of sheer heat through me. “Oh, god.”
“This is what you wanted.”
Not a question, but demanding an answer all the same. “Yes, Daddy.”
He pulls me off his cock and rearranges us, moving to bend me over the chair. He pulls the tie out of my hair and then digs his fist into it, using the hold to turn my face to look at the clear window.
And then he’s shoving inside me, somehow so much deeper than when I rode him. “Don’t close your eyes. Watch them and know that they’d give damn near anything to be in here with us.”
Yes.
I keep a white knuckled grip on the back of the chair as he slams into me. I look at the people watching. I can’t help it. I don’t want to.
Lust. So much lust, I could drown in it. They’re watching me and I know the angle has our bodies in profile. They can see his cock sliding into my pussy, can see my breasts bounce with every stroke, can see my wetness coating my thighs.
Yes, yes, yes.
“Touch that greedy little clit of yours. I want you coming around my cock. Put on a show, baby girl. I know how much you crave being the center of attention.”
I have to shift to brace my hand on the seat of the cushion and the new position leaves my ass in the air like an offering Jafar is only too happy to take advantage of. As I circle my clit, he does something that changes the angle and I can’t help but cry out. “Yes, Daddy!”