Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [92]
“Sorry,” Damon told her as Anthony walked away, then he lay her back on the gold pillows adorning the bed, letting his eyes fall half shut with lust. “Now, where were we?”
She thrust her breasts upward toward him, discovering, thankfully, that maybe the conversation with Anthony hadn’t squelched her arousal as much as she’d thought. “We were here.”
In one swift move, Damon pushed the fabric from her breast again, closing his palm over her aching flesh. “I love that you called him over,” he murmured between more neck kisses.
They trickled down through her so hotly that she could barely answer. “It was only…for grapes.”
A sexy smile unfurled on this face. “Still…you got me even hotter than I already am.” His hand shifted to her bent knee, gliding up her thigh as he bent to rake his tongue over her nipple. And in the center of the room, the blonde cried out her pleasure, and Brenna shifted her gaze to see one of the men pounding into her from behind, the other from underneath, and she was just comprehending that it meant one of them must be fucking her ass!—when Damon’s hand slid between her legs.
“Ohhh…” she moaned, needing his touch there so badly now.
“Jesus God,” he muttered, then pulled his hand back to flip up her skirt.
That’s when she remembered—she’d shaved her pussy for him, and he’d just discovered it. In a far different setting than she’d envisioned.
Glancing down, she saw her smooth, pale flesh, the pink nub of her clit protruding from the bared slit.
“Oh babe,” he said, sounding utterly in lust with her, “look at your sweet little cunt. Look what you did for me.”
“Do you like it?” She even spread her legs a bit so he could look—and just like with her breast, realized she no longer cared about the other people in the room.
He let out a low groan in reply, then growled, “I have to lick you. Now.”
“Oh…” she said, suddenly breathless—and ready. Meeting his gaze, she didn’t hesitate to part her thighs farther.
After another ravenous look into her eyes, he refocused on her pussy and went down on her.
Leaning back into the pillows, she spread her legs still wider, wider, as far as she could, to welcome his hungry, wet tongue. She watched each long lick he made, fresh pleasure erupting inside her at every stroke. And she watched the trio still fucking on the divan, too. And she grew aware that some eyes in the room even watched her now. Watched her having her pussy eaten.
It should have horrified her, all of it—but it didn’t. It only amped up her arousal, turned her crazed with lust, as she ascended to a sexual high that felt almost unreal.
Following her urges, she freed her other breast from the white fabric and began to massage both with her hands. Damon licked her deeper when he saw—and just over his head, on the dais, the scene had changed: yet another man had joined in.
The blonde straddled one of them cowgirl style while another fucked her ass from behind. And standing by the reclined head of the first guy was…Anthony! Thrusting his dick into her eager mouth.
Brenna had never seen or even imagined such a sight. And she couldn’t have envisioned desiring that—so many men, inside her, at once—but the blonde appeared intoxicated with pleasure.
Brenna kept watching them as Damon’s ministrations moved all through her, and she lifted to meet his mouth. “Yes, baby. Yes,” she whispered, still molding her breasts in her palms and feeling the eyes in the room upon her, and—dear God—liking it.
At the same time, she let her own eyes wander farther, to couples and threesomes and foursomes all around the room. The place echoed with sobs and moans and immersed her still more fully into that sense of utter abandon. She yearned to shed her inhibitions like never before, and she fucked Damon’s mouth harder, moaned louder, and returned her attention to the scene on the platform.
What was it like to have that many big, sturdy cocks inside you, pumping? How did a body take that much