"H-here?" The word comes out as a breathless whisper. Public sex has always been this fantasy of mine, but I know Rhyland's still grappling with the idea. Yet right now, with the way he's looking at me like he wants to devour me whole, I don't think he gives a single fuck about propriety.
"Right. Here." Each word is a dangerous growl against my skin. From earlier, the proper, controlled man is gone, replaced by something far more serious. My little mental game has stripped away his restraint, leaving nothing but raw need.
A whimper escapes my throat as his body presses me harder against the wall. The stone is cold against my back, but his body burns like fire against my front. My core clenches, already wet and aching. I've pushed him past his breaking point, and the hungry look in his eyes tells me I'm about to pay the price.
God, I can't wait.
"On your knees, Angel."
I let my gaze drop to his hands, watching them struggle with the fastenings of his pants.
Slowly, I descend, my eyes never leaving his. My fingers gather the skirt of my dress, careful not to rip the delicate fabric. His erection bobs with each rapid beat of his heart, thick and swollen, a bead of pearlescent fluid glistening at the tip.
His fingers thread through my hair at the nape of my neck, just how I like it. "Time to make those naughty visions of yours a reality." His thumb strokes the sensitive skin of my throat, sending shivers down my spine. "Make it nice and sloppy, baby. Then I'm going to fuck you through the wall in that other fantasy you've been taunting me with."
The man's got a way with words; I'm melting at his commanding tone. My pussy clenches at the thought of submitting to him here, now, with the party just beyond our hidden alcove. I don't hesitate, sinking further into my power as I lick a path along the thick vein on the underside of his cock. The salty-sweet smell of his arousal makes my mouth water, and I hum in satisfaction at his sharp intake of breath.
His fingers twist in my hair, yanking me forward. "Show me what that mouth can do, Angel."
I meet his heated gaze through my lashes, letting my tongue sweep across my lips before taking him in. The stretch of his cock makes my jaw ache in the best way. I hum around his length, feeling him pulse against my tongue.
His grip turns brutal, holding me still as he fights for control. "Fuck...that mouth." The muscles in his neck strain as he throws his head back. "Making me lose my goddamn mind, baby."
The power I hold over him is intoxicating. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, letting my hands roam his thick thighs. My fingers find his heavy sac, massaging gently as I take him deeper.
"Christ." His hips snap forward, fingers tightening painfully in my hair. "Keep that up and I'll fuck that pretty throat raw."
I pull back with an obscene pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his cock. "Yeah?" I lick my lips, tasting him. "What's stopping you?"
His eyes flash dangerously, midnight blue bleeding to black. "Careful, baby." His voice drops, making my nipples pebble. "Might just ruin that smart mouth of yours."
I answer by swallowing him down again, my tongue swirling as I take him deeper. Drool leaks from the corners of my mouth as I devour him, making everything deliciously messy. Just the way we both like it.
"Eyes up, Angel." His voice is a dark command. "Look at me while you choke on my cock." His grip tightens in my hair, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "Want to see those pretty tears running down your face."
He thrusts deep, hitting the back of my throat. I gag and sputter around his girth, spit flying as he holds me there. My eyeliner runs with my tears, but the burning in my throat only makes me want more.
"Fuck, baby." Hisgrunts. "Getting my cock nice and wet for that tight little ass, aren't you? Such a filthy girl."
His thick length muffles my answering moan, drool coating his shaft as he uses my mouth. The rougher he gets, the wetter I become, my pussy clenching with need.
"That's it.Goddamn." His hips snap forward, making me gag again. "Gonna need all this spit when I bend you over and wreck that ass."
I cough around him as he thrusts hard, using my head as he fucks my throat. I moan, the need to touch myself burning within me. Rhyland pulls out and hauls me to my feet, my chin and chest covered in spit and saliva. He flips me around, yanking my skirts up, the fabric of my gown whispers against my skin as he roughly shoves it up around my waist. Bending down, taking me into his mouth from behind.
His tongue finds my asshole, hot and demanding, making my knees buckle. My nipples rake against the cold stone wall through the thin silk of my dress, sending sparks of pleasure straight through me.
His tongue circles my tight entrance, teasing the sensitive nerve endings and making me whimper with need. He alternates between licking and gently working a finger inside, stretching me open for what's to come.
The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers fill the air, echoing off the stone walls. He pulls back for a moment, and I hear him spit, the lewd sound making my cheeks burn. His saliva drips down, slicking my hole even more.
"Fuck, you're so tight." His voice is thick with lust. "Gonna feel so good stretching around my cock."
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as I feel the thick head of his erection pressing insistently against my slick entrance.
"You ready for me, Angel?" He teases the tip just inside, making my body clench greedily. "Been teasing me all night with that sexy mind of yours. Time to give this ass what it's been begging for." he slowly starts to enter me and I groan against the wall, the enormous bulbous head, breaking through the tight ring of muscle.
"Time to wreck you."
