My head lolls on my shoulders, my legs trembling as he returns those sinful lips to my clit, and I’m right… there…
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as my back bows. An intense wave of pleasure engulfs my body, retreating before crashing again. Elias’s fingers make wet, obscene sounds loud enough to carry over the music.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, still pistoning four digits inside me. “Get my hand nice and wet for this.”
“Did you see that?” a woman asks from the stands. “I’ve only seen squirting like that in porn!”
“Want me to change that, Lucy?” Logan shouts back at the woman.
“Fuck off, Holloway!” she replies. “Your women leave the carnival looking haunted, and it ain’t because of the haunted house!”
More laughter.
It’s all distant.
Elias’s eyes ground me to the present, to my shivering body, to another orgasm slowly building again.
“Here we go, Jewel,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Breathe for me.”
34
ELIAS
Ifeel the exact moment Jules’s body surrenders to mine, growing even more pliable than her orgasm left her. Her pussy flutters around my fingers as I push forward, soaking them all to the knuckles. Here comes the hard part…
“So desperate to be filled,” I murmur to her. “You’ll let me do anything to you, won’t you, Jules?”
“Yes, Master,” she breathes, her eyes glazed. She’s flying already, and the show has barely just begun.
“Then take my hand, baby,” I say for her ears only. “Soak me to the wrist.”
There’s something transcendent about the way my hand disappears inside her. About the way she screams as her body seizes, the way her orgasm makes her spray all over me. I feel baptized, a changed man.
The crew’s response makes my dick twitch.
“Holy fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Never seen anything like this…”
“I need to fuck. Someone needs to sit on my dick right now.”
“Is it wrong that I want to lick his hand now?”
The men want to be me, the women wish they were her. All eyes are on us, even as they partner up, hunting for their own release.
Once Jules’s pussy stops twitching around my hand, I carefully pull it out. Another gush of liquid follows, and I lunge forward, trying to capture it on my tongue. Once I’m done cleaning her pussy and thighs, I move onto my hand, licking the moisture on each finger separately.
“Mmm,” I hum when I’m done. “Delicious.”
Jules is half-slumped on the trapeze, hanging on to the ropes, her eyes languid with slow blinks. I lean in to kiss her, sharing her cum. When I pull back, she focuses on me with some difficulty.
“People are fucking in the stands,” she comments, her dazed state making it sound comically offhand.
“Yeah, baby, they are,” I reply. “Do you like that? Like knowing you turned them on so much?”
She bites her lip and nods. “Yeah. I love it, Master.”
“Good,” I breathe. “Because I need to fuck you now. Are you going to let me fuck you on this swing in front of everybody?”
