Chapter 29 #3
I can’t help but do my needy jump, wrapping my legs around him as he grabs my ass for support.
“Please,” I whine, delirious with that spell he put me under.
I don’t even care if this is true but right now, I just have to hear it.
“Tell me you touched yourself watching me.” Jett releases one of his hands to tease under my skirt and yanks my panties to the side.
I tighten my legs around him as his fingers slide through my desire.
“You fucking know I did, princess. Is that what’s making you soaked for me?
Knowing I couldn’t resist you?” His eyebrows jump in shock as his skull ring taps against something rather cute I’d put down there for him.
“Oh, fuck, are you kidding me, Mads?” A deep growl vibrates from the base of his throat. “A special present for me, Baby?”
He taps the plug, and I groan and whine, “Mmhmm, do you like it?”
More groans, “fucking love it, Baby. Is it all right if I save it for tonight in our suite? Can you stand it for two more hours?”
I nod because I’m too turned on to talk.
I pout as he takes his fingers from me, but sigh happily, hearing Jett freeing Keane from his pants.
“Good, because right now my objective is to fill your cunt so full with my cum you’ll be overflowing.
Then I’m going to take you out to dinner where you’ll be thinking of nothing but me with every step as you feel my claim on you sliding down your perfect thighs. ”
“Please, that’s all I want.” His fingers are thankfully replaced with several inches of Keane, and he clamps a hand over my mouth because, well, he probably shouldn’t be making me scream in here.
Is his cock ever going to stop having that effect on me?
We should just sneak out the back door and go have a nice, normal dinner without turning the evening into a parade of our various kinks.
But normal isn’t in our vocabulary, and my ass is slammed against the wall of the dressing room in a venue that’s gotten rather quiet.
I scream into my boyfriend’s palm as he thrusts his quad-pierced dick into the tight heat he’s pretending he hasn’t already came in multiple times.
And if that isn’t weird enough, his cum will slowly find its way across the beautiful city of London as it drips out of me all evening.
A lovely little DNA walk of shame, if you will.
He slams up into me so hard I feel my last brain cell simply pass away as my body tightens everywhere. “I was drooling watching you as Cherry, princess. I stroked my cock while I closed my eyes, picturing you on your knees with your tongue out like I like.”
“You did not!” I can’t believe Jett’s so calmly explaining how he manifested me doing exactly what I did that first night on the beach.
“I did, Baby. I could practically feel your soft, midnight hair between my fingers, yanking those pigtails until you cried out around my cock. Choking and gagging on it with delicious, salty tears rolling down your blush covered cheeks. Came all over them, your pink pouty lips, your long eyelashes, everywhere. I kept coming, imagining my seed dripping down your perfect tits. The way I’ve pictured many, many times since.
” The idea of him so hungry and desperate for me that he’d come from the mere thought of me makes me come undone.
He places his hand on the cute little diamond and pushes.
“Just making sure it doesn’t fly out when you … come for me, Princess, please. Now.”
My body gives me no choice but to let the building pressure snap as I thrash in his arms, pleasure wracking my body.
“That’s fucking it, babygirl, come on my cock, it makes me—fuck!
” A strangled moan meets my neck as his teeth drag across my carotid, and my pussy seizes, squeezing around him, making him groan and shudder even harder as he paints my insides white with so much release.
Shaking arms set me down, my skirt bunched up to my hips, as he kneels before me, both hands splayed on my lower belly, and I have another aftershock as he gently parts my lips.
“Good fucking girl. I can’t wait to watch your face as my cum leaks out of your pretty little pussy in the poshest restaurant in Chelsea.
” He lets out a moan but bites down on his knuckle to stop himself, watching his cum mixed with my arousal slowly slide down my sex. “Who do you belong to, darling?”
Just at those words, I feel my pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing, pushing his release to glisten lower on my lips.
“You, only you.” I watch Jett, and I’m not sure what this kink is all about, but watching him enjoy it is so sexy.
“I like when you make a big mess of me,” I say while he groans and bites his knuckle again. “Do you think we taste good together?”
“Hmm.” He runs a finger gently from my clit all the way back till his skull ring nearly taps against that jewel.
“Tongue, please,” he orders. I stick it all the way out just like he likes.
He swipes his fingers over my tongue, “You tell me first, Baby. How fucking good do we taste together?” He pulls me down so we’re face-to-face, standing on our knees.
“Absolutely perfect,” I purr as he pulls me in, kissing me, tongue tangling with mine.
“Oh,” Jett says between kisses, “I agree. Now let me take you out, angel. It’s important you eat because you’ll need strength for what I’m about to do to you later.”