Chapter 34
ELIAS
Ifeel the exact moment Jules’s body surrenders to mine, growing even more pliable than her orgasm left her. Her pussy flutters around my fingers as I push forward, soaking them all to the knuckles. Here comes the hard part…
“So desperate to be filled,” I murmur to her. “You’ll let me do anything to you, won’t you, Jules?”
“Yes, Master,” she breathes, her eyes glazed. She’s flying already, and the show has barely just begun.
“Then take my hand, baby,” I say for her ears only. “Soak me to the wrist.”
There’s something transcendent about the way my hand disappears inside her. About the way she screams as her body seizes, the way her orgasm makes her spray all over me. I feel baptized, a changed man.
The crew’s response makes my dick twitch.
“Holy fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Never seen anything like this…”
“I need to fuck. Someone needs to sit on my dick right now.”
“Is it wrong that I want to lick his hand now?”
The men want to be me, the women wish they were her. All eyes are on us, even as they partner up, hunting for their own release.
Once Jules’s pussy stops twitching around my hand, I carefully pull it out. Another gush of liquid follows, and I lunge forward, trying to capture it on my tongue. Once I’m done cleaning her pussy and thighs, I move onto my hand, licking the moisture on each finger separately.
“Mmm,” I hum when I’m done. “Delicious.”
Jules is half-slumped on the trapeze, hanging on to the ropes, her eyes languid with slow blinks. I lean in to kiss her, sharing her cum. When I pull back, she focuses on me with some difficulty.
“People are fucking in the stands,” she comments, her dazed state making it sound comically offhand.
“Yeah, baby, they are,” I reply. “Do you like that? Like knowing you turned them on so much?”
She bites her lip and nods. “Yeah. I love it, Master.”
“Good,” I breathe. “Because I need to fuck you now. Are you going to let me fuck you on this swing in front of everybody?”
“Yes, Master,” she replies without hesitation.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, brushing my knuckles against her overheated cheek.
I don’t even bother with ceremony anymore. Judging from the sounds coming from the stands, no one will mind if I fuck her without announcing the spectacle. I finally release my aching cock from the confines of my pants, groaning in relief when it springs free.
Using the pulleys, I adjust the height of the swing, then pull her suspended body against my pelvis.
“Hold on tight,” I murmur next to her ear as I help her wrap herself around me. As soon as she’s positioned perfectly, I thrust inside her, burying myself in her heat to the hilt.
I hiss through clenched teeth, my head thrown back, the spotlight bright as the sun even through closed eyelids.
So fucking good. My girl’s pussy is heaven, and nothing can convince me otherwise.
“Here we go, Jewel,” I warn her. “This is for me, understood? I’m not stopping until you’re full of my cum.”
Jules moans, her lithe body putty in my hands as I use the trapeze to bounce her on my dick, slamming into her over and over again. Once I’m done, I plan to suck my cum out of her channel. My balls twitch at the thought.
Her body was made to take my seed. Though I’ve felt her birth control implant on her arm, resting just under her skin, those things don’t last forever. Soon, I’m going to convince her to let me breed her. I can’t wait to hold on to her rounded belly while I fuck her.
“Fuck, Jules,” I growl savagely, my thoughts making me ravenous for her. “I’m going to give you so much cum. Fucking flood you.”
“Yeah!” Cole yells from the stands. “Fill her up, boss!”
“I hope he shows us the cream pie,” Ben adds.
I can tell Jules is listening because she bites her lip, her cheeks going a shade darker.
“Don’t be shy, baby,” I purr, slowing down to change the angle of my thrusts. “You’re the star of the show.”
She mewls as I hit the right spot, her breathing growing harsher. I know I said this is about me, but watching her come? Nothing gets my engine roaring faster.
I use the swing, increasing force, speed, until she’s barely hanging on, a suspended doll made for my pleasure. Once I feel her grow tighter, I stop holding myself back.
My breathing turns into harsh panting. “I’m gonna… Ah, shit. Jules!” I yell her name, pulling her in one last time, locking our bodies together as my balls pulse, emptying deep inside her.
Jules sobs as she comes with me, her walls squeezing and releasing my cock in almost perfect synchronization with the spurts of cum leaving it. We’re trembling, arms wrapped around each other, still locked together as the crowd cheers.
When my cock starts to soften, I remember the requests.
“The crew wants to see the mess I’ve made of your pussy, baby,” I drawl.
She whimpers as I pull out, either from the loss or from embarrassment. I don’t let her protest, though, moving behind her on the trapeze and spreading her thighs open.
“Isn’t that just beautiful?” Jonah asks from the stands, his deep voice carrying over the crowd’s appreciative murmurs.
I move to the front and feast my eyes on the view as well. Seeing my cum drop out of her abused hole in agonizingly slow rivulets makes my muscles tight with an indescribable sense of possession.
“Mine!” I growl, dropping to my knees like a man in prayer. I crawl to her pussy and bury my face in the creamy mess. With relish, I feast on our combined release, a mix of sweet and salty. It’s her, it’s me—it’s us.
I bring Jules to another orgasm, this one quieter, slower, her body undulating under the onslaught of pleasure in sensual waves. Fucking poetry.
Once I’ve had my fill—for now—I climb up her body, kissing and nipping at her naked skin, drinking the beads of sweat still clinging to her curves.
I end the show by sharing our combined releases in one final kiss.
After this, I’ll carry her away, let the party continue without us.
After all, the show’s over.