Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
There's no rush in his touch. Everything about Kase is slow and exploratory. He's an adventurer, and I'm unexplored territory. He's a pioneer, and I'm just along for the ride.
Beneath us, people dance to the pounding music, but maybe they're looking up, watching as his fingers stroke under the cheeks of my ass. Maybe they see when his finger slips through my arousal or when he plays by circling my little hole, teasing me to the point of gasping.
My hands are braced on the balcony edge, but that's not enough. My body slumps forward, one bare breast and one covered, resting over the top. Kase's foot prevents me from closing one leg, but there's no way I would tell him to stop. I'm too turned on, too crazy with lust.
I'm in a frenzy of longing and more desperate to come than I've ever been.
Am I brazen enough to tell him to do it? Slide two fingers inside me and pump until I'm a quivering mess?
I am, but before I can, he brings his hand around the front of my thigh, hitching up my dress, so my pussy is visible to everyone.
The heat I feel in my cheeks is a mix of excitement and shame. The man who's watching leans forward as though he wants to get closer, to see better, to imagine what it would be like to touch me.
Kase's thick finger slides down my belly, slowly, slowly, until it presses against my swollen clit, and I almost come from that one firm touch.
"He's watching my finger, but he's imagining it's his," Kase whispers. "He's imagining what you feel like, what you smell like, what you taste like. He wants to replace me so that he can play with you, knowing that everyone can see, that everyone is watching."
Even though I know what Kase is saying isn't strictly true—only a few people are watching at most—the thoughts are enough to trip a switch in my brain.
My pussy clenches, hungry for more. I don't think I've ever felt emptier or needier in my life. "Please," I whisper, my hips shifting for more swipes of his finger. Kase presses against my ass, the ridge of his cock a firm bar against the seam of my ass.
There's hardly anything between us. All Kase would have to do is undo a button and a zipper and yank down his pants and underwear. He could push inside me in a few seconds, and I wouldn't stop him. Knowing people will see his cock thrusting into me doesn't concern me at all. At this point, I'd get on my back and spread my legs to feel Kase spread me open.
"Please, what? Tell me what you want."
"Your cock," I whisper, knowing the man across the club might be able to lip-read. His smile grows wider. Can he tell how worked up I am? Does he know that I'm begging the big, sexy man behind me to fuck me without shame?
"Are you on the pill?" Kase asks. "I'm clean. I have to be to work at Ink Factor."
"I am," I say, my pussy drawing tight again. This will be the first time I've ever fucked a man without protection. The first time I'm going to feel what it's like to be filled with cum.
Kase doesn't waste any time in freeing his cock. Any finesse is lost when he yanks up the back of my dress and slides the hot bar of his dick through my arousal. When he notches at my entrance, he pauses, his hand gripping the hair at my nape. My mind flicks to an old fantasy, a forbidden thought of a man roughly taking me without my permission. The surrender to someone else's will. The desire to escape from him but also the building arousal at the idea that I'm a captive.
"Ready?" Kase asks, bringing me back to the present.
I nod, my body pushing back slightly with need. Oh God, I want him so badly.
The first thrust doesn't take Kase deep. There's so much of him, but he works his way inside slowly but surely—his hand tugs at my hair, pulling my head up, forcing me to look forward.
"He's watching us," he says. "Look at him. Look at how much he wants you. He'd do anything for a chance to do this with you, but he'll never get that chance."
Rolling his hips, he uses his other hand to spread my labia open wide and tap against my clit. There's a roughness to his actions that makes my pussy clench. A desire to display me, too, in a way that seems animalistic and possessive. With every thrust, I feel my orgasm building, my whole body drawing tight but opening at the same time.
"He'll never get the chance to do this with you because you belong to me now."