Page 97 of Bride By Initiation
Sean nibbles on my breast.
I gasp and refocus on him.
He retreats to my lips, mumbling, "I get what I want first, my little brat."
"Please," I beg, trying to thrust my hips so he slides inside me.
A devilish grin erupts on his lips. He pins my cheek to the silk sheets.
The flames of the candles dance around me, turning the crowd blurry.
Sean's voice is gravelly when he says, "This is the only time they'll ever see you this way. Show them how gorgeous you look when I give you everything you need. Haunt their dreams and desires for the rest of eternity, my little brat. We'll see these people for the rest of our lives. And I want them to get a taste of what they'll never have because it's mine."
My adrenaline spikes. No one's ever seen me in a compromising position before. No man has ever told me to let others watch so they can be jealous. Surprisingly, the thought doesn't turn me off. It fuels what I'm dying to finally experience.
He adds, "Imagine being the villainess in everyone's fantasies. You're sometimes within touching distance, yet they're never allowed to reach out and take what they crave. They'll thirst for you in ways no one can imagine."
I stare at the crowd, the blurriness fizzling, and the masked congregation intensifying theiroms.
"Don't hold back, my pulse. Instill misery in your pleasure."
His words create a new desire to bloom inside me. A demented picture of pain and suffering braided with envious emotions turns my reservations into a challenge. I embrace everything this moment is and can represent.
He glides his thumb over my neck, taunting, "Don't look away from them, my pulse. Terrorize them now and for all eternity."
Theomsgrow louder.
"Now, be a good little brat and show me you're sexier at coming than I dreamed all these years." He drops his face to my chest and returns to sucking my breasts, then makes his way down my torso.
"Oh!" the women moan as the men grunt.
Sean's palms press against the back of my thighs, and his mouth hits my throbbing pussy.
I writhe and inhale sharply, almost turning my head away from the onlookers, but I stop myself.
Haunt their dreams.
I'm only Sean's.
His tongue swipes over my clit, and his thumb rotates over the outside of my entrance.
My breath catches. He flicks faster, and I moan. Heat burns through my body, and my arousal dampens the sheet beneath me.
The noises from the crowd get louder, and all eyes are focused on me, as if they can see inside my soul.
He teases me further, flicking, sucking, pushing inside me but keeping me on edge.
I grip the top of his head, tugging him into me and begging while looking at the crowd, "Please!"
He doesn't allow me to come. He torments me until my body can't take anymore, and my body does something it's never done before.
Adrenaline slams into me, over and over, until I almost black out. I squirt all over him, soaking his mouth and chin in my orgasm, screaming, "Sean!"
The men groan "Fuck" so loud, I wonder if I actually heard it or made it up.
The women moan, matching their volume.
Sean laps up every drop, his own groan vibrating against my pussy.
