Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I turn to face him. “Fuck me.”
His smirk is arrogant and victorious. “I knew you would like this.”
“Yeah, yeah, you win. Just fuck me.” I place my hands on his shoulders, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches me easily, a sparkle in his eye. Supporting me with one hand, he uses the other to push a finger inside me. “So eager,” he says. “So wet.”
I push my lips onto his. “Please, Julian.”
Fitting himself against my entrance, he doesn’t make me wait any longer. He pushes inside me, and I gasp. I feel electric right now. High and bright and I’m so aroused that it’s not going to take me long to come. And outside these glass walls I have an audience. They’re watching as Julian pushes his cock into me, deeper and deeper, and knowing that they’ll never be able to have me. That is so fucking hot.
“You love this, don’t you?” Julian asks. “You love that everyone in this club can see me fucking you. Can see how you’re going to come on my cock.”
His words shiver through me and I get goosebumps. “Yes, I love it.”
“Then let’s put on a show.” Julian leans forward, so far that I think I’m going to fall off him. “I’ve got you. Lean back. Brace your arms on the floor.”
I do, stretching and arching my back to reach. As soon as my hands are planted, Julian stands, his cock never leaving me. And now I’m stretched, upside down while he fucks me. This position—this crazy position—renders me completely helpless and open. I can’t let go of the floor or I’ll fall. I can’t let go of Julian or I’ll fall. I have to trust him to keep me upright while he fucks me, and people watch me, my breasts bouncing up and down from the force of his thrusts. Sharp, sweet heat courses through me. I can see the silhouettes of the audience through the glass, and I love that they’re focused on me. I hope that I’m arousing some of them with this little performance.
Julian reaches out, stroking my clit with his fingers, and my breath goes short. There’s no way I can make this last. I’m too turned on and he’s too good at what he does. Small circles with his thumb just where I need it, and suddenly I’m on the edge of bliss. I hear him chuckle, teasing me as he holds me on the brink. This pleasure has an edge to it, a sharpness roiling in my gut, heightened by all the people watching. And as Julian pushes me over, it slices through me.
My scream echoes through the box, and I almost let my arms collapse. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s heady and powerful and different and new. My whole body shakes with it, delicious and overwhelming. Julian shouts his own pleasure and I love the warm spread of his cum inside me, bringing me back to earth. I lower myself onto the floor of the box, body limp in the aftermath of it all.
It takes us long minutes to be able to make our way out the box, to a dark corner where a couch is waiting and a blanket. We curl up together as if it were our living room. And in a way, it is.
“That was something,” Julian says.
“Yeah.” I’m not exactly sure what to say about it yet. “Maybe not every day,” I pause. “But I’d be fine doing that again.”
“I should stop calling you my little dancer and start calling you my little exhibitionist.”
I smile at him. “You can call me whatever you want. Because soon you’ll replace them all with ‘my wife.’”
His eyes fill with that same joy that I’ve had bouncing around my soul for the past two days. “I will do that.” He lifts my left hand and kisses my finger with the ring. “And maybe mix it with some things. ‘My dancing wife.’ ‘My kinky wife.’”
“My sexy wife.” I interject.
“Absolutely.” He kisses me, slow and long and relaxing. “You know I love you, right?”
I snuggle down against his chest. My favorite place to be. It’s home. “Yeah,” I say. “I know. I love you too.”
THE END