7. Branch
The gasp she lets out is the sexiest thing I”ve ever seen, and I”ve seen things, a lot of things. It”s almost as intoxicating as her vanilla cupcake smell.
I glance away from her for a moment to check on the screens surrounding us. Everything is working properly, and the, well, performers, if you could call them that, are all doing exactly what they should be doing. Most of them, at least.
”Is that guy fucking a tree?” Milly asks, pointing her chin towards a corner of the room. ”He looks a little familiar.”
She”s squinting her eyes and losing focus on me, so I grab her chin and move her face close to mine. Who is this woman? She certainly isn”t a shifter; no shifter has ever smelled this good to me or even made my cock this hard. I want to find out and ask her a million questions, but my mind feels hazy with lust having her this close. I”ll have to wait till later.
”Sorry, glitch in the matrix,” I say into her mouth, claiming it once more and kissing her so deeply that she has to gulp down air when I release her. Her flushed skin and bruised lips bring throbbing sensations to my cock, and I know I need to get out of these jeans. But not just yet.
She”s still on top of me with her legs spread, and that smell of vanilla and strawberry frosting intensifies as I finally trail my fingers along her slick opening. Pressing my palm flush against her warmth, I tickle her with the tips of my fingers until she squirms and giggles and moans and pitches her hips forward until I can”t stand it.
”Is this what you want?” I ask, and she nods, closing her again.
”I”ll give it to you, but you have to keep your eyes open,” I tell her, taking her chin between my fingers and directing her face toward the screens. ”I want you to watch them fuck.”
”Mmmm, but you”re so distracting,” she murmurs, jutting her chest out and making a pout with her rosy lips.
”I believe in you,” I say, smiling and pulling her hands just a little tighter behind her back. I like the way it makes her tits pop into my face.
Finally, she opens her eyes, and instead of looking at me, her gaze is drawn to the scene around us. At this point, all the images are mostly nude, except maybe a few corset tops, and I think one or two of them should still have their top hats on. But her eyes fixate on the screen directly behind my head, and she lets out another adorable gasp.
I don”t need to turn and look to see what”s there. I know it”s the front view of a woman being pounded from behind. She has heavy tits with rosy nipples, and their hard tips are grazing the grass beneath her as the tall man behind slaps and pinches her ass until it”s pink.
It”s photorealistic and true to scale in order to give the impression that we”re not alone and that we”re being watched by others, even if they aren”t active participants. I designed it all on my own. Well, I guess Archer helped some, but it was mostly me.
”They”re so lifelike,” she breathes, bending towards the screen and licking her lips. Her hips begin to move in rhythm to the woman behind us, and I continue teasing her opening with only my fingertips.
I wait for the screen woman”s earth-shaking moan of climax, and as soon as it happens, I slip two of my fingers inside Milly”s warm cunt. She lets out a long moan of pleasure, and I feel her core tighten around my hand.
My cock hums with impatience as my fingers get all the action of gliding in and out of her, and I work my palm in rhythmic motions on her strawberry candy clit.
As Milly rocks against my hand, she leans forward so that her pert nipples graze against my lips, and I dart and flick my tongue around them, causing her to moan even louder and close her eyes again.
”Nope,” I chide, nipping at her chin and making her giggle. ”Eyes on the fucking.”
I can tell her shoulders are tense from being held back, and I take pity on her by releasing her hands from behind her back. I think that she will probably attack my fully clothed body in a frenzy, but am pleasantly surprised when her hands instead grab at her chest, squeezing the fullness of them and pinching her nipples directly in front of my face. It”s almost more than I can take.
Much to her dismay, I have to suddenly grab her hips and gently lift her off me so I can stand up. If I don”t now, everything will be over before my pants even come off.
I toss her carefully on the couch, and she laughs when I give her cute ass a light slap.
”Hold on for a second,” I tell her and pull my shirt over my head. She has her full attention on my body as I toss it aside and unzip my jeans. Once they reach past my hips, my erection springs free, and after feeling a soft moan escape my mouth, I look down to see her licking her lips and admiring me.
I”d like to think I”ve been pretty blessed in the downstairs area of my body, maybe not as girthy and long as Archer, but definitely better off than the others I”ve seen throughout my life. I slip my briefs off next, even though my cock is practically pushing out of them anyway, and finally, we”re both fully naked.
I lean over her and push her hair back so I can whisper in her ear, ”So, what do you like best?”
She blushes.
”Oh, I don”t know. I don”t have a whole lot of experience with this. I mean, I have experience, but not... like... well,” she stumbles and fumbles around her words, and it makes her all the more endearing. I sit down next to her and cup her face so I can look into her eyes.
”It”s okay. I don”t have a whole lot of solo experience, so hopefully, I”m doing this right,” I tell her truthfully, my gaze flickering to the twisting, undulating bodies surrounding us on the screens. She looks confused by my comment, and I clear my throat.
”Solo experience?” she asks, and I trail my fingers over her lips before answering.
”One-on-one,” I say, still avoiding her eyes and watching the blissfully perfect fucking happening around us. She follows my gaze, and her mouth forms a perfect ”O” as if she”s coming to a realization.
”Like group sex?” she asks, and if I didn”t know any better, I”d say there was a hint of longing in her question. I laugh lightly before responding.
”Kind of, I just prefer to have someone else nearby. Watching or participating, or I”m watching and participating with just myself,” I say with a shrug. ”I guess it”s better to come clean about something like that before we... that is, if you still want to go through with this after hearing that.”
She removes my hands from her face, and a rush of cold air enters my lungs when I think she may get up, grab her robe, and return to her bungalow. But instead, she turns around so that her hands rest on the back of the couch. Her knees rest on the couch, and with her back arched like that, her vanilla smell is overpowering.
”I want you to fuck me,” she says in a breathy voice. ”Fuck me from behind so everyone here can watch.”