Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ATHENA
When I stepped into the room, vanilla drifted through my nostrils. I inhaled the sweet scent and slightly relaxed my shoulders. Charlie shut and locked the door behind us, then adjusted the glass walls to be completely transparent both ways.
My heart pounded in my ears as my gaze drifted to the bed.
The bed where Charlie would … fuck me in front of everyone.
Once Charlie placed the key on a small table near the door, he turned toward me while unbuttoning his dress shirt. Warmth gathered between my thighs, my nipples hardening. Still, I couldn’t believe that this was happening.
Charlie and I are really going to fuck in front of everyone.
After my husband tugged off his shirt, he walked to another table that had two glasses and some whiskey on the counter. He poured one glass, then walked to the bed where I sat.
He placed his hand on my throat. “Open your mouth.”
Excitement rushed through me, and I stared up at him and opened my mouth.
This is really happening!
Charlie sipped the whiskey, but instead of drinking it down, he kissed me on the mouth and gave it to me. I swallowed it in one sip, his hand drifting from my throat down to my pussy. He drew his finger around the string of my lingerie, then slid it between my folds.
“You’re so wet for me already, wife,” he murmured against my mouth.
Almost instinctively, I spread my legs and nodded up at him.
He drifted his fingers across my chin to my lips. “Keep your mouth open.”
I reopened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Charlie took another sip and swished it into his mouth, then placed down the cup. He wrapped his hand around the front of my throat.
This time, instead of kissing me, he spit the drink into my mouth.
Warmth exploded through my body, and I pressed my thighs together. Fuck!
“Spit on me again,” I panted after drinking down the whiskey. I reached for his hard cock in his suit pants and stroked him through his pants, desperate for all of him tonight and slowly relaxing in front of everyone. “Please …”
After pulling his cock out of his pants, he gripped it in his veiny hand and took another sip of the whiskey. He placed the head of his cock on my tongue. “Show me how badly you want it, wife.”
God, he knows exactly what he’s doing, calling me that!
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked him into my mouth, eyes up on his. I moved closer to him and took more and more of his huge cock into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
Even then, I didn’t stop.
Spit and drool rolled down my chin, my eyes watering. I stared up at him through the tears and gagged, desperate for him to spit in my mouth again, desperate for him to fuck me, to show the world that I truly was his wife.
That he owned me now.
When I pleased him enough, he pulled out of me. Then he rubbed my spit all over my face, ruining my makeup that I had done before we left. I stuck out my tongue, desperate for more, pleading and begging with my eyes.
“More, more,” I begged. “Please, more!”
He spit the drink into my mouth once more, then climbed up onto the bed with me, his mouth on mine and one of his hands between my legs. “Tell me what you want me to do to this fuckable pussy.”
“Tell you?” I whispered, glancing over at the glass windows. “But it’s embarrassing.”
What if I say something wrong and everyone laughs while watching us?
“It’s just you and me, baby,” Charlie murmured against my lips so quietly that nobody would be able to hear us, his icy gaze on mine. “You’re talking to me. Not to them. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Another whimper left my mouth, and I drew my thighs together as best as I could, the pressure building in my core becoming unbearable. “Charlie …” My cheeks warmed, my heart racing even harder.
“You and me, baby. That’s all. It’s just you and me.”
“Fuck me hard,” I cried, hating all this teasing. “Please, shove your big dick into my tight little pussy.” I spread my legs and stared up at him, letting him see how my pussy kept clenching at the thought of him being inside me. I gently took his chin in my hand. “Take it all.”
“Athena,” Charlie growled, quite gutturally, taking his cock in one hand and placing it against my entrance. Pre-cum drooled out of it, and he used his head to rub it all over my entrance and clit, making it glisten. “Look what you do to me.”
“Give it to me. Please give it to me,” I whimpered and pulled him closer. “I know you want to fill up my tight, breedable little hole.”
Charlie’s gaze wavered, and it looked like he was losing control, like just by this silly embarrassing dirty talk in front of everyone, he couldn’t take it. Charlie kissed me hard on the mouth and shoved himself deep into me.
I cried out in pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Is this how you want it?” he growled into my mouth.
“Deeper!” I cried, sinking my nails into his shoulders. “Faster! Harder! More!”
Charlie savagely thrust into me, his hands coming around my waist, pumping into me over and over and over, each time getting deeper, going faster, harder. Giving me more, just as I’d asked.
While I tried to say more words to him, I couldn’t get them past my lips. My entire body was trembling from the mere force that he had, using my body for his pleasure. I sank my nails into his muscle, scratching down his back.
“If you’re not drawing blood with those pretty claws, I’m not fucking you hard enough.”
Before I could get a word out of my mouth, he crawled further up the bed, pushing me to the headboard like a wild animal, thrusting in and out of me more savagely than he ever had. Charlie Easton definitely knew how to put on a show.
“I’m your dirty little whore,” I cried. “I’m Charlie’s dirty little whore!”
“My dirty little whore,” Charlie growled. “And my wife.”
Pressure rose higher inside me, and I gripped on to him as hard as I could because I was moments from … moments from … losing all control and … and … I threw my head back and dragged my nails down his back.
“Oh my God!” I screamed, my legs trembling.
I shoved my heels into the mattress and tried to scramble back because the pressure was way too much for me to handle, but Charlie grabbed me and held me close the entire time, not pulling out of me once.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, kissing on my neck. “I love the way your pussy grips on to my dick when you come.”
“Charlie!” I cried, breathing heavily.
He twirled us over so I lay on my stomach and tugged my hips up into the air. After positioning himself at my entrance from behind, he wrapped his hands around the front of my mouth, like his hands were a muzzle on me, and plunged deep inside me. I curled my toes and cried out in pleasure.
“More. More. More. More! Fuck me harder!” I cried.
While I wasn’t purposefully putting on a show and I didn’t feel any need to, I couldn’t get over the exhilaration of people watching us fuck in real life. Sure, on the internet was great, but this … God, it was phenomenal.
I wanted to fuck like this all the time.
Charlie released his grip on my chin and shoved my upper body into the mattress. My hips were way up in the air, my back arched hard. I gazed back at him, my eyes rolling back into my head at the pleasure.
“Fucking show them how tight this pussy is,” he growled.
He turned on the bed so I wasn’t facing toward the main glass wall anymore. Instead, everyone watching outside could see us from the side. Charlie grasped my left hip and pulled out of me slowly, watching the way my pussy clenched hard on to him.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured. “This is a desperate, fuckable, breedable pussy.”
I tightened even more at the thought of Charlie breeding me in front of everyone.
“Do you like when they watch?”
“Mmhmm …”
“Words, baby. Use your words.”
“I love it,” I cried. “I love it so, so much!”