“What? Where’s his face?”
“Between her legs.” My own knees threaten to give out when his fingertips brush over my G-spot. “Oh my God, Julian.”
“Are they naked?” he asks. “Where are her hands?”
I have to swallow thickly before I answer. “They’re naked. And her hands are in his hair, and she’s tugging on him, pulling him closer to her.”
“You do that too,” he murmurs directly into my ear, making me gasp at the gravel in his sexy voice. “You love to pull my face into your greedy little cunt while I feast on you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” God, I’ll never survive his mouth. “He just spun her around again, so he’s fucking her from behind.”
“Mm, good idea.” He rips my panties off my body, and then he’s guiding the tip of his cock—when did he unfasten his pants? I didn’t even hear it—through my sopping-wet slit, making sloppy noises, teasing me.
“Julian, please.”
“What, Natasha? Be my good little slut and use your words.”
“Fuck me.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He slams into me, making me cry out and then slap my hand over my mouth to keep the sounds at bay, but my husband pulls my hand away, twists my arm back and holds it over my low back.
“Don’t youdarekeep quiet. I want you to scream my name when you come. I want every fucking soul in this resort to know who you belong to. No one gets to see you but me, but I’ll befucking damned if I won’t let them all hear you while I wreck this gorgeous pussy.”
Jesus Christ, the things his mouth does to me.
He yanks me back against him with every hard thrust. This isn’t sweet, tender lovemaking.
This is primal, hard fucking, and I love it so much.
I’ve started to shake, my pussy grips onto him, and he growls before biting my shoulder blade.
“Fucking come, Natasha.”
“Julian!” I cry out, not holding back at all as the orgasm washes through me. “Fuck yes, it’s so good.”
“Your pussy was made for me.” He pushes in three more times, and then he’s rocking against me, coming so hard that it spills out around him, coating my inner thighs.
I glance down, and the couple that was fucking are gone. I don’t see anyone.
But I’m quite sure that someone heard us, and I don’t hate the idea of that. In fact, I kind of love it.
At just the thought of it, my pussy spasms around him once more, and he chuckles as he kisses up my neck.
“Come on, my little voyeur, let’s go do that again in the shower.”
Forty
JULIAN
“I hate this building,”Natasha whispers next to me. We’re in the elevator, headed up to the penthouse for family dinner.
I fold her into my arms and press my lips to the top of her head.
“This building will never hurt you. There’s nothing here that can harm you, Angel. You’re with me.”
“I know.” She clears her throat and steps away when the doors open. “It just gives me the creeps.”
“Someday, I’ll talk you into a tour of every inch of that club. I’ll show you why it’s safe and why you’d love it.”
