Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Just as I’m about to release, I pull back, teasing Chloe with shallow thrusts. She whimpers, her eyes pleading with me to let her finish me off. But I’m not ready yet, not when others are depending on this entertainment to get off themselves.
Patience, as hard as it is.
“Put your ass in the air,” I command. “So everyone can see how perfect it is as you suck on me.”
Chloe complies eagerly, getting onto her hands and knees and arching her back so her ass is prominently displayed.
I step closer to her, running my hands over her curves before slapping her ass sharply. She gasps, her body jolting forward at the sudden impact.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, giving her ass another slap. “You like being on display, knowing that everyone out there is watching you.”
She nods, her breath coming in short pants. I can see the desire in her movements, the way she’s pushing back against me, silently begging for more.
I slide my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness as I tease her clit. She moans, her hips bucking as I push two fingers inside her.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice low and husky. “Show them how much you love it. Show them how much you want it.”
Chloe whimpers, her body jerking as I continue to finger her. I can feel her walls tightening around me, her orgasm building again. I can see the pleasure etched on her face, the way her eyes roll back as she moans loudly. I reach around and grab her breasts, squeezing them roughly as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out. She cries out again, her body shaking as she comes for a second time.
Now I can have my turn.
I place my cock back at her lips and slide into her mouth, my movements slow and deliberate. I can feel the hunger in her as she takes me in, her tongue swirling around my length. The onlookers are getting louder now, their moans and gasps filling the room. I thrust deeper into Chloe’s mouth, my grip on her hair tightening as I find my rhythm.
Her mouth works in tandem with my movements as my climax builds, my muscles tensing as I get closer and closer. With a final push, I release into her mouth, my body shuddering as I fill her with my seed. Chloe swallows it all, her eyes locked onto mine as she milks every last drop from me.
We take a moment to glance at the onlookers, their pleasure evident on their faces. Chloe and I share a satisfied smile.
As we catch our breath, I lean down to whisper in Chloe’s ear, “Did that live up to your fantasy?”
She nods, still trying to catch her breath. “More than I could’ve ever imagined.”
I help her up and pull her close, kissing her deeply. She tastes like me and something uniquely her own, and I can’t get enough of it. But I need to break away. I got too comfortable, and I spoke way more than planned. I don’t want to get sloppy.
“Thank you for the invite,” I say, willing me to leave her even though it’s the last thing I want to do.
“Wait. You’re leaving?”
I give her one last kiss, savoring the taste of her before turning to leave. “Until our next fantasy.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jack
I had to leave her. I couldn’t fuck her there. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I didn’t want our first time to be at a sex club, with me wearing a mask, and her having no idea who I even am.
I’m fucked up.
But not that fucked up.
I stumble out of the club, the throbbing bass still pulsing through my veins. The cool night air hits my face as I rip off the mask, gulping in deep breaths. My head spins, a cocktail of satisfaction and self-loathing.
I lean against the grimy brick wall, trying to get my bearings. What the hell am I doing here? This isn’t me. Or is it? The line between who I thought I was and who I’m becoming is blurring more each day.
Chloe’s face flashes in my mind—flushed with arousal, eyes hungry, lips parted. She had been so willing, so eager. And I had walked away.
I push off the wall, my legs unsteady as I start the walk home.
Wait. I need to make sure she makes it home safely. I pace outside, torn between leaving and staying. I can’t let her see me—Jack—without the mask. But I can’t exactly walk the streets of New York in my demon mask either.
I settle for a compromise, ducking into a nearby alley and peering around the corner. I’ll wait until I see her leave, then follow at a distance to ensure she gets home okay. It’s the least I can do after abandoning her in there.