She’salwaysthinking.
I lean in, mouth brushing her ear. “Look forward. Keep watching the game.”
“But—”
“No.” My voice drops, firm. Controlled. “You don’t need to let that noise in your brain take over right now. I’ve got you.”
That’s what she needs. Not softness. Just permission to let go.
Relief.
“Nobuts, tulip. You wereso fuckingbad the other night. And now? Yeah. You’re taking all this dick while my brothers watch.”
If some of theDeltassee her here? That’s fine by me. It’ll establish her role as theirqueen. Let them see who she belongs to. She’s mine to show. Not theirs to have.
When I lift her just enough to line her up, her hands fly to the sticky table, bracing like she already knows what’s coming.
“Fuck!” she squeals, and I smack the outside of her thigh.
“Not so loud!” Though the crowd sounds, the bar music, and the game blaring from the TVs deafens everything else. The dim light in this corner wraps around us like a cover.
“I’m sorry, but thisangle. Yourcock. It’s just…Fuck—” she gasps as I lower her onto me.
I settle her with a hand on her thigh. “Easy,” I murmur, though my own breath is already rough. “Take it.”
She does. Slowly. Tight as hell. Every inch dragging her lower until I’m buried inside her and she’s trembling on top of me.
Christ.
I hold her there for a second longer than I want to. Let herfeelit. Let her settle. I groan as she envelops my whole length and I bottom out. Legs spread wide. Hers cradled by mine.
“What if someone sees!” she whisper-hisses, but her concern crumbles with a moan as I drive my hips up into her.
“That would be embarrassing. Someone couldcatchyou. Pants half down. Taking my dick so good.” I lean in and whisper, “What would you tell them, tulip? Would you admit how much of a sneaky freak you are for me? For your husband?”
She swallows and pushes her back into my chest. “No. I couldn’t.”
“No? That wouldruinyour reputation.” I smirk, then hook under her thighs and lift her slightly. Then…I go totownon her pussy. Rapidly fucking heras she hangs on for the ride. “Just a dirty girl getting fuckedhardover here in the corner. In front of everyone. Not the university’s golden child anymore, huh?”
She whimpers a reply, nails biting into my arms. Hard enough to leave half-moon marks. “I can’t… I can’t come without…”
“Without me fingering you? Without a toy on your clit, baby? Because I think you can. Not onlycanyou, but youwill. For me. Be obedient to your husband. Do what I say and come.”
“No.” But she shifts her hips in a way that says the opposite.
“No?”
I smack her thigh again, heat rising up into my chest. I love her. Love how she’s straining against me. Fighting me while she’s already halfway gone.
“Stop thinking so much and let me handle it.”
That’s what makes her relax completely. Body oozing into nothing in my grasp.
“That’s my girl. Taking me so good. You’re so perfect for me. Pussy fits me like a glove.”
I know how to make her go crazy and send her over the edge. Dropping her leg, I grasp her neck. And squeeze down until her pulse pounds beneath my palm.
She claws at my hand with both of hers. “Apollo!” But I choke off the end of her exclamation.
