The moment the elevator closed, Gatsby pulled a key from his pocket and shoved it into a lock. Instantly I was pressed against the wall and his arms and mouth were on me. Our lips collided in a fiery passion. Our tongues reached out, needing to consume each other.
"Jesus Christ, I've never been more jealous in my life," he gasped between kisses. "That fucker putting his hands on you like you'rehis? I can't stand it." His hands roamed down my dress, stopping at my ass. He squeezed and then lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we continued kissing.
"I'm not his," I promised, closing my eyes and relishing the feel of his hardness against my underwear. "I'm yours, Gatsby. Until time itself ends."
"Yeah?" he asked, suddenly pulling his head away. Carefully, he sat me down and I frowned, my body screaming for us to keep going. He took a step back and smoothed back his hair and straightened his suit. He turned back to the doors and removed the key, pushing the button for the next floor up. Silently, we went up, and when the door opened, he took my hand and escorted me out. He took me to the railing and stood behind me as I looked down at the party. "Prove it."
"Prove what?" I started to smile, but faltered when I looked over my shoulder and he wasn't smiling back. Gatsby, looking serious as stone, began to lift the skirt of my dress, and when my backside was completely exposed, he reached for my panties. I stiffened, realizing what he wanted. His hard length pressed against my ass.
"We can't!" I exclaimed, but he only chuckled in my ear.
"Can't? Why? Afraidhe'llsee?" The way he emphasized the words shot arrows into my heart, telling me he was in pain—this was his way of expressing it. Gatsby had never been good with telling me what was on his mind, why he hurt so much. If this was the only way to show him...
"I'm afraid everyone will see," I admitted, looking down again at the party. I scanned the hundreds of attendees, and not one seemed to be paying us any mind.
"Who cares? You're mine, right? Let them watch..." Heran his smooth tongue along my neck, sending delicious shivers straight to my core. His hands then slid under my panties. He hooked them and began to drag them down as my legs parted for him.
"Let them see who exactly you belong to..."
Chapter 39
Gatsby
"Gatsby..."
Daisy's words were contradicting her body language. She expressed unease with her lips while arching her back and pressing her ass deeper against my cock. I dropped to my knees and pushed her dress to the side, completely exposing her smooth, beautiful tan legs to the room. As I slid my hands down, I took her panties with me, taking them to the floor.
"Lift your shoes," I ordered gently. She raised it, allowing me to take her underwear completely off and shove them in my pocket. Starting at her calves, I began to kiss her, gliding my lips up her soft thighs and running up her ass cheeks.
"Oh no, not..."
I knew where her mind was going. She was thinking about our fun in the swan bath. I chuckled and stood.
"No, Daisy, there's a time and place for that."
Freshly showered and without an audience.
I ran my hand over her plump ass, finding her bare pussy lips.
"You protest, but what are the odds that I spread your lips and you completely drown my fingers?"
She gasped. Making her blush from my words turned me on. I throbbed in my pants, my cock preparing to sink into her pussy in front of all these people.
"You are filthy!" she exclaimed, a smile teasing her lips.
"For you and only you," I confessed. For a flash of a moment, I was taken back to when I learned how to talk this way, and I shoved the painful memories back to the recess of my mind. Those days of abuse and manipulation were past me. Now, there was only Daisy and I.
"You never answered me." I ran a finger along her slit. I didn't need an answer. Her arousal was beginning to drip through. I closed my eyes and slowly pushed through, spreading her wide.
"Oh," she moaned as I slid her arousal around her clit.
"Say my name."
"Gatsby," she gasped.
"Good girl. Don't close your eyes. I want you to look down at the party. Watch them watch you."
"But... Max."
