I revel in his approval and give him a flirty wink.
“Damiano looks ready.” Seth nods to where his friend is stroking himself. “Are you here to fuck, little Miss M?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
I want it so bad, I’m panting, breathing hard, squirming in place. Touching myself like this for them…
“Good. I want to see you ride him.”
“I—right now?” I’m aroused, but are we really doing this?
Seth raises his eyebrows. Those hazel eyes draw me in. I want to ride him, too. I want them both. One night at the auction and I’ve turned into the happiest little horn-dog.
“Get up on Damiano.”
“Wait,” Damiano stands and approaches me, his cock jutting forward unashamedly. He touches my cheek, my chin, tilting my face upward. “A kiss, bella. Let me taste your sweet mouth.”
I part my lips, welcoming him. When his lips touch mine, I feel myself unfurling like a flower, everything open and warm. He deepens the kiss, his tongue surging forward to taste and plunder. His shoulders are firm beneath my fists.
Damiano pulls back from the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “You are delectable.”
His approval feels like warm sunlight on my skin. I want more. More than his words, more than a kiss. My legs are shaky, my panties wet.
He kisses me again. An insistent, driving pulse pounds in my body, centers between my legs. I want, I want, I want.
Another set of hands joins us—Seth is touching my waist. My breath stutters and I moan. The contact is surprising, but welcome. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my flimsy panties and tugs them down my thighs.
I wait, shivering with anticipation, for what he’ll do next.
But all he does is pat my ass and say, “Now, Miss M. Show Damiano and me what we paid for.”
Damiano is already easing back to the low bench, his pants still lowered just enough to expose his erect cock. I close the distance between us and lift one knee, placing it on the bench next to his hip.
He grabs my waist and hauls me closer. “You want this, Miss M? Do you want to fuck my dick until you come?”
Do I ever. “Yes, Sir.”
“Take your pleasure on me, then. You know what to do, you know what you like.”
“But what about—what do you like?” They paid for this; they should have the kind of sex they want.
He grins, slow and sexy. “I like watching little girls like you get off.”
I want, I want, I want. The words pulse faster in my ears. I grab the base of his cock and line him up with my pussy, then lower myself to his lap.
So good, the way he fills me. I slide over him with little resistance. My eyes shut as I savor the feeling.
“Gorgeous.” Damiano runs a hand through my hair. “Now watch me while you take your pleasure, bella.”
I open my eyes. It’s uncomfortable to stare at this stranger while I sit so close to his face. But the way he watches me—so pleased, like I’m the fulfillment of every fantasy he’s ever had—makes this even hotter.
Damiano’s brown eyes look me over. “Up and down, Miss M. Move in the ways that feel good to you.”
Does he really get off from this? He’s barely touching me, just watching.
I lift up and press back down, appreciating the slick glide where we come together. The angle isn’t exactly right so I shift my hips slightly. The next time I lift up—yes. There.
“Good.” Seth’s voice comes from close behind, but he moves around to stand at the side. “You know what you like, don’t you, Miss M?”
