I want her to suck my cock, but something makes me hold back. I don’t want Ambrose to watch that. It’s weird to feel self-conscious, but I do.
I want her all to myself. I want him gone, but it would be cruel and humiliating for me to tell him to leave.
I lie over Amelia and capture her lips with mine again, my fingers lowering over her soft stomach and down to the warm heat of her flesh. She’s wet from the last time, and when I push the tip of my finger inside her, I feel the walls around it suck me in. She’s so eager for me that I almost come right there.
I can hear the soft, wet sound of Ambrose jerking off behind us, and my cock pulses at how she must look, laid out under me and ready to have me use her however I want.
I tug at the pins in her hair, loosening them and arranging it beneath her on the bed. I run my hand through it, knowing I must look like a sap, but unable to stop myself. It’s so beautiful, like all the colors in the world I love mixed together.
I lean over to the top drawer, pulling out a condom. She watches me with a soft, seductive expression that is so natural it makes my chest ache.
How does she do that?
Rolling on the condom, I pull her thighs apart and push into her without warning. Her legs lift around me. She’s still wearing her heels, and I look to my right, where there’s a mirror on the door of the closet. It’s a depraved image, my muscular ass thrusting into her, and long, slender legs almost over my shoulder with high, pointed red heels at the top.
“Can you see him watching you?” I ask, knowing I’ve neglected to include Ambrose so far, and trying to rectify that.
She groans. “Yes.”
“Do you like having his eyes on you?” I ask as I continue to push into her tight heat.
“Yes.”
“If I invite him over here, would you take his dick too?”
“Oh fuck,” it’s a whisper, but she clenches around me, her nails scraping down my back.
“Maybe he’d fuck your mouth while I make you come, hmm?” I ask. “I bet if we invited some guys off the street, you’d just lie here and take it.”
She writhes upward, and I hear Ambrose curse, low and desperate behind me.
“They’d line up, waiting for their turn, pushing into you one by one. No need for condoms with this little slut, you’d let them fill you up, wouldn’t you? Until you had cum dripping down your thighs while Ambrose breaks in that tight little ass.”
I feel her come, more violently than before, and smirk down at her as I push my tongue into her mouth, rocking my hips into her as she wails, the orgasm making her whole body tremble.
Christ, this is the best sex I’ve ever had.
I come hard at the image I’ve conjured in my mind. I’d never let anyone touch her like that, but the idea of it is enough to send me over the edge.
Fuck I want to do that, though. Fill her up with my cum, and watch it drip out of her.
I convulse forward, moaning into her mouth as she clutches at me.
I hear a groan behind me and know that Ambrose has come too. It’s hot, him watching us, but when I think about him seeing Amelia naked, my jealousy comes raging back.
After I’ve come down from the heights of my orgasm, I turn to look at him, shocked to find he’s left the room.
He’s never done that before.
I pull out of Amelia’s body, as she lets out a soft sigh of contentment. She looks a little uncertain. I step back, pulling off the condom and throwing it into the trash. I stare at the crumpled shape of it, the fantasy of my cum running down Amelia’s thighs still vivid in my mind.
I know Sterling House offers a service where I can be done with condoms.
But do I really want that?
My mind rebels at the thought. I have several women I could call up whenever I want to. It’s not like I need to be exclusive with Amelia.
Hm. Why is that thought so appealing?
