My words carry in the now-quieter room. Several men groan in response. The exhibitionist thrill of knowing they’re all listening, all watching, heightens everything.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Havoc snarls, his pace relentless. “Come on my cock while everyone watches. Show them who makes you feel this good.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling roughly, and I shatter. My back arches off the pool table as pleasure rips through me, a scream tearing from my throat. I don’t care who hears, who sees—there’s only Havoc and this overwhelming sensation consuming me.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Havoc growls, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls clench around him. “Taking my cock so fucking well.”
Through my pleasure-haze, I see his expression harden. His jaw clenches, and I feel him swell inside me. He’s close too, fighting for control.
“You want my cum, baby girl?” he demands, voice rough and strained. “Want me to fill that tight pussy with it?”
“Yes, please,” I gasp, my body still trembling from my orgasm. “Please, Daddy. I want it.”
Havoc’s lips curl into that wicked smirk I’m coming to crave. His hips slow to an agonizing grind, still buried deep inside me. He leans down, his silver hair falling forward as his mouth hovers just above mine.
“Well, you’re going to have to wait,” he growls, loud enough for those closest to hear. His hand slides possessively up my thigh, over the curve of my hip. “Because I’m going to have you in every position on this table first.”
16
HAVOC
Sasha’s eyes nearly roll into the back of her head at my declaration, her pussy squeezing my cock like a goddamn fist. Reluctantly, I pull out of her, loving her whimper of disappointment. I look down and groan when I see her tunnel clenching over nothing, wetness trickling out in the wake of my cock.
“You’re such a good girl for Daddy,” I say loud enough for everyone to hear. Let them know the dirty game we play. And if anyone has a fucking problem with it, they can talk to my fist.
“Please,” Sasha begs, her eyes hazy and unfocused. “I need your cock, Daddy.”
“Give the girl what she needs, Prez,” Diesel says from behind us.
I glance over my shoulder to see him drilling his dick into the mouth of the Penny-lookalike of the week.
“You know I will, brother,” I answer with a grin that he quickly returns.
I grab Sasha and turn her, soft and pliant, around until she’s facedown on the pool table with her ass on the edge. I make sure everyone who’s watching has a good view of her luscious cheeksbefore I raise my hand and bring my palm down onto her silky, pale skin.
“Havoc!” she squeals, wiggling and trying to squirm away.
“Hold still, baby girl,” I warn her, rubbing my palm over the red mark it left behind. “I didn’t say you can go anywhere, did I?”
I lean over her so she can look me in the eye. Her soft cheek is almost as red as her ass, pressed into the green felt.
“I haven’t been a bad girl,” she whines with a pout that makes my dick twitch.
My lips stretch into a smile. “This isn’t a punishment, darling.”
She blinks at me. “It isn’t?”
“No,” I reply, drawing the word out. I move the hand I spanked her with under her body, dragging my fingers through the wetness I find there. “Just look at how wet you are for your man.”
I bring my hand up, showing the room her arousal.
“Hell yeah!” someone shouts from the back.
“Daddy, please,” Sasha says sweetly.
“Please, what, darling?”
“Please. Please, fuck me again. I need you inside me.”
