Fourteen
Her Phantom
Sin
L iv put up quite the fight, and I knew she would. Our girl was argumentative as much as she was gutsy. She had a body that blinded all rational thought and a mouth that required a cock. Mine. Stuffed far up inside of her, her brain would shudder from a climax before her pussy. A wet hole Saint would willingly stick his dick in and let her tighten around him. A pleasure both of us would share as we’d come and fill her pretty little holes full.
Fuck.
I yearned to be in the room and much closer than this. I was stuck behind this wall that kept me from her and the excitement that built on the other side. Our bouncer had done a magnificent job and earned a pay raise. One I’d willingly pay for bringing our girl inside unharmed and right where we wanted her: away from prying eyes with no sound escaping through these soundproof walls, locked away for only us to enjoy.
Arousal spread through me, and my balls tucked up tight against me. I watched her squirm under Saint’s hold. Her fight only excited me more. The thrill of gazing at her with nowhere to turn except my best friend made my breath accelerate and fogged up the glass, but my pulse thumped just as fast as she kicked her pretty feet.
Goddamn it. I cursed myself silently, so I didn’t confuse Saint on the other side and wiped my hand to clear my view. This was a sight I didn’t want to miss.
Her shriek opened up the gates of hell and reached for my soul. She wrapped herself around my essence while I gladly gave all of me to her. Liv was a soul-sucking slut who needed cleansing, and I’d love to purify her, starting with that pretty pink pussy.
Saint used force on Liv and pushed her down into the chair we used to torture those who crossed us. But not today. This evening was all about Liv. Our wicked one who shut the hell up, the fight leaving her body, with one harsh thump.
Good girl.
Even better was the perfect view I received from the angle presented to me. Our girl’s thighs spread wide open, giving me a sweet view of her thong. Black lace puffed out from her cunt’s lips, and the thin piece of fabric hid between the crevice of her plump ass cheeks. I was jealous of that G-string. I’d die to suffocate between those butt cheeks.
As if Liv read my mind, figuring out my eyes were on her cunt, she closed her legs. Locked them up tight and left me longing for another peek. Damn it. I wished I had telepathic abilities. I’d tell her to relax and spread those beautiful legs for me.
I was so fucking hard after seeing her wide open and in a confined state. I bet if I whacked my dick off this damn reflective glass, it’d make a solid dent. But she’d never hear a sound.
Not with the plan I had for her.
“Tie her up and make it tight,” I ordered as I held my cell phone in my hand and smirked. “Because I want to watch our obsession squirm.”