Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
He snapped his fingers, and a staff member appeared at his elbow.
“Lube,” Matt commanded. “And a condom.”
“No condom,” I practically begged him. I knew anal was supposed to be easier with one, but I didn’t care. “I want you to come inside.”
I could have sworn he actually growled.
I pressed my forehead against the cake, not caring that I was smearing frosting everywhere. Not caring about anything but the fact that probably two hundred strangers were about to watch me get fucked in the ass in a birthday cake.
It had never been one of my fantasies until that very moment, and then it was the only thing I’d ever wanted so bad.
Matt worked the plug out of me slowly, with that same twisting and pushing motion, until the widest bit easily slipped free and the rest of the toy followed. Someone had arrived with the lube, and, again, it felt as though he’d emptied the bottle between my cheeks. Something plastic touched me, entered me, and I felt the cold gush of more lube inside me. It was a strange feeling, one that made me squirm again and again as it repeated.
I looked over my shoulder again to see that it wasn’t Matt administering the syringes of lube, but the male staff member he’d first flagged down. Another man was working at lubing up Matt’s cock, pouring more and more into his hands, gliding it over him from tip to base, wetting the front of Matt’s trousers.
He was going to stay fully dressed for the whole thing.
Fuck, that was hot.
“Friends and esteemed guests,” he said, raising his voice to command their attention. “My lovely companion for the evening has offered to give me a gift she’s never given me before.”
There were a few laughs.
“And she wants you all to see,” he went on. “But I don’t want to be the only one enjoying this. My date loves to be watched. She likes to put on a show. And I’m sure she would love it if you would display your appreciation through voyeuristic masturbation.”
The crowd cheered, and I practically came right then.
He was absolutely correct. I didn’t want them to watch. I wanted them to get off watching. I wanted them focused on me, on my naked body smeared with frosting, on the lube running down the backs of my thighs, on Matt’s cock spearing into my ass and my reaction to that. Their enthusiasm pushed my desire higher, until I was barely hanging on, barely stopping myself from pleading with him to hurry up and fuck me.
Matt’s pant legs brushed against my naked thighs. He’d taken his jacket off; I felt the warmth of his body through his shirt as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Are you sure?”
I nodded and said, “Yes.”
“You only need to say ‘red’ to stop me, all right?” he went on, a note of apprehension in his voice. “You don’t have to keep going for anybody else’s benefit if you don’t like it.”
“I know,” I whispered back, repositioning my hands in the slippery frosting. “I want you to do it. Please fuck your princess in the ass, my dragon.”
I knew those words would get me what I wanted, and they did. He growled and sank his teeth into my shoulder with enough pressure to hurt. I moaned and wriggled back, and the tip of him brushed over my hole.
“Are you ready?” he asked, and it was for the benefit of those watching as much as my own.
I didn’t have a chance to answer before the lube did its job; an intense burn knocked the wind out of me as he slid right inside. Not a little. Once the head was in, he hesitated, groaned as if dismayed at his loss of self-control, and plunged all the way inside.
I cried out, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes at the intrusion. It was better than the times I’d tried before, so much better, but it was still shockingly painful. Sweat burst out on my skin, and I whimpered again, but before he could stop, I urged him on. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Because it was. The pain radiated out in cold bursts across my back, ignited that part of my libido that wanted it rough. He moved slow, stroked deeper, never fully withdrawing, which made it more comfortable. Other guys had been with had penetrated me over and over, and I’d never lasted more than a handful of thrusts. The pain started to fade, but the cold sparks didn’t. They came faster and faster, despite the slow, but still deep, strokes of Matt’s cock inside me.
The guests crowded around shouted encouragement with things like, “Take it, baby girl,” and “Fuck her harder,” which Matt heeded. His hips slapped against my ass. His hand wound in my ponytail. Where my hair went, I had to follow, jerked up to a nearly standing position.