Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I was pulled out of the fantasy for a moment when I saw the people staring.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
This wasn’t me. Olivia Manwarring was not here.
She wasn’t. She was at home somewhere, probably working and dreaming about a man who made her feel like Marksen did, but who actually wanted to be with her, not just to get back at her brother.
No, Olivia wasn’t here.
At this moment, I was Theophane.
I was the embodiment of a woman who loved a god. Who knew her beauty and her worth. I looked out over the crowd and arched my back, giving those in front of me a better view of my tits hanging down and tilting my hips back to give Marksen more room.
His hand smoothed down my back and I arched into it, loving the sensuousness of his touch. By the time I heard his zipper go down, my pussy was dripping. Literally, I could feel my wetness seep down my thighs. He had me so close earlier that I needed this. I needed him to make me feel good and to keep me in this new Theophane headspace.
The dais stopped moving, and I looked up at the prettiest green eyes and silkiest black hair I had ever seen. There was a woman in front of me, only a few feet away. She was on her back, looking up at me while another woman was licking her. I couldn’t see the other woman’s mask or really anything other than a mess of red hair and a man behind her watching the show while fucking into her.
For a single surreal moment, our eyes met, and I knew we were both wondering what it was like in the other’s shoes. She wanted to be where I was, about to be taken hard and fast with everyone watching. I wanted to know what it would feel like if another woman had her mouth on me while Marksen fucked her. Actually, no, I didn’t want to know what it would be like in her place; I didn’t like the idea of Marksen touching another woman. I wanted to know what it was like to taste another woman while Marksen fucked me.
Would I like it?
I had never been attracted to women before, and I still wasn’t, but the energy in this room, the open acceptance, the unspoken rule of not having rules, was just so tempting.
It made me want things I had never even thought to want before. It gave me the courage I didn’t know I lacked to want to feel good and experience new things that made me feel good.
I went with it. Just gave myself over to the experience fully.
Marksen pressed the head of his cock to my entrance, so I lowered my breasts to the dais, forcing my ass up higher for him, wordlessly begging him to take me hard and fast.
Marksen DuBois did not disappoint.
He slammed into me hard and fast, filling me instantly to the brim and stretching me in the most delicious way.
I couldn’t help my cry of anguished pleasure as he pushed me just past my limits.
There was no pausing, no letting me adjust to his size or the position.
That first cry of pleasure seemed to break the spell a lot of people were under. The room was no longer still, with just a few people licking or stroking. It was now filled with movement and the sounds of moans and bodies slapping together.
Marksen and I were still the center of attention, many people getting into positions that allowed them to watch us as they fucked like the animals they pretended to be.
Marksen grabbed me by the throat, restricting my breath just enough to make me lightheaded.
He pulled me up so he could whisper in my ear as he drilled into me.
The way I was angled made his thrusts shallower, but it also let him push directly into my G-spot over and over.
“You like this.” It wasn’t a question, more an accusation, so I didn’t answer.
“You like being fucked on a stage while everyone watches you, don’t you. My little princess really is a dirty, kinky little whore deep down.”
“Yes,” I answered unashamedly. Olivia would deny it, but Theophane reveled in it.
He kept one hand around my throat and skated the other hand down my body, tweaking my nipples before caressing my flat stomach and then caressing my clit.
“Do you want me to let you come?”
“Yes, please.”
“I will let you come on my cock, but only if you promise to give the others a show. I want you to drench this platform like you did my sofa. Let every single person here see that a woman who is taken by me comes so hard they make a mess. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” I had no idea if I could do that again. I didn’t even know how I had done it last time. The only thing I knew was that I had to try. I would agree to anything right now as long as he kept fucking me, rubbing my clit, and bringing me close to going over the edge.