I enthusiastically join the cheering, one fist around my cock.
This is it. This is what I was expecting all along, what I was looking for from that first moment when a chick in a wig almost ran me down with her 3D printer. Somehow, I must have instinctively known she’d be like this. Why else would I have been fascinated from the start, and never stopped looking?
Lily loves being the center of attention. She loves performing. It took a lot of pushing and pulling and demanding, but there is no denying that she absolutely loves this blowbang.
Pete moves out of the way, replaced by Liam, and Rob steps behind him, to lower his cock to her pussy. She doesn’t protest, too busy sucking Liam’s soul out of his cock, but I narrow my eyes. I was clear: no one’s fucking her cunt today.
Rob hasn’t forgotten my warning: he only runs the tip up and down her folds, again and again, while Lily’s hips seek it, clearly seeking friction.
She’s getting desperate, which is just how I want her. Rob barely gives her an inch of the tip and she wants to get fucked hard.
He comes on her filthy stomach, leaving her lower half unattended, and no one jumps to fill the space; they’ve all emptied their balls at least once, though most came back for seconds.
My turn.
I take my time, removing her ankle boots, then her tights, before bringing her legs to my shoulders.
She watches me, her mouth still full of cock, as I slowly enter her, fixed on her green eyes. This is exactly how I wanted her: unhinged, free, andmine.
I’d like to pretend I manage gentleness, but her cunt’s fucking drenched, and so tight, I almost lose it right there. Besides, Lily doesn’t want or need gentleness after being used for two hours. The state of her folds make it clear.
I fuck her harder, faster as she finishes Liam with her mouth, then it’s just the two of us while everyone watches. She sits up and I lean forward to press my mouth to hers, lifting her up by the elbow as I move to sit underneath and thrust upward with desperate need. Back curved, she jumps up and down to meet my hips, my legs slapping against her ass as I single-mindedly drive us closer to madness.
How many pussies have I fucked? Hundreds. Not to mention dozens of assholes. They all fade into the background compared to this moment, with the only woman I’ve ever thought of for more than a day. I know, even before my cock explodes inside her folds, that I’ll keep thinking of her tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.
26
LILY
Ihave no recollection of anything between the moment I screamed on Cross’s lap and when I open my eyes, but I know where I am, even before I’m fully awake.
I recognize the comfortable bed, the smell of the sheets, even the light.
I must have passed out. I’m sore in so many placesit’s clear that all the filthy memories that come to my mind are very real.
I sit up.
I’m clean; that’s the first thing I notice. The last thing I remembered, I was positively covered in various body fluids. But then again, I know Cross gives excellent showers. Amongst other things.
My toes curl, more images flashing through my mind.
I’ve been awake for less than two minutes when the door opens in front of Cross, holding a tray.
I can barely see him until he comes into focus once he’s closer.
“I thought you’d wake soon. You started to stir.”
He’s brought me breakfast—or lunch, I’ve no clue what time it is—eggs, bacon, pancakes, berries, with a tall glass of orangejuice and a coffee. Exactly the kind of things I would have picked out if given a choice.
My stomach growls; I’ve barely eaten the last few days, too stressed out about the game, the stakes if the Beasts won.
In hindsight, my anxiety seems very foolish. What happened after losing that bet was a hell of a lot of fun.
“Thank you.” I can’t help blushing as I look at him. “For the food, and for showering me.”
“I wasn’t going to put you in my bed covered in cum, love.” He laughs easily. “Besides, you were sort of awake for most of it.”
“Really? I can’t remember any of it.”
