“He pulls his long, hard cock out of his pants. I can see the beads of precum collecting at the tip.”
I shift in my seat.
“I subconsciously lick my lips. His arousal doesn’t compare to my own. I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I want to take his cock in my mouth and worship it.”
Oh my fuck.
My jaw clenches.
I adjust myself, already painfully hard.
“I open wide, and he shoves his cock in until it hits the back of my throat. I sputter and feel spit dribble down my chin.”
Fucking hell.
This is what sweet Margot narrates? This explicit, filthy fantasy? I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.
“‘Relax your throat. I’m going to fuck this dirty mouth.’
I do as he says and let him go deep. I can’t help moaning around his length. I feel myself flood. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a puddle on the floor beneath me.”
I’m so hard it hurts. Before I can stop myself, I’m undoing my belt and pulling out my cock. I stroke myself, matching the rhythm of her raspy, sinful voice.
“He abruptly pulls out. ‘On your hands and knees. I’m giving my girl what she wants. You’ve been bad and don’t deserve my cock, but I want to cum in that tight pussy.’”
She moans.
I bite back a groan, pumping faster. This is her. This is Margot.
“He slams into me in one thrust. He doesn’t start slow. No, his thrusts are fast and hard. He slaps my ass, and I clench around him. The spanking only adds to the pleasure.
‘Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.’ I chant with each thrust.”
I hold back, gripping the base of my cock. I won’t let myself come until she does. In my mind, it’s not some fictional scene anymore. It’s her.
On all fours. Jiggling. Begging me. Begging for me.
“‘Please, sir. I can’t hold it. Please let me come’"
Her voice quivers. I can hear the desperation in it. I swallow hard, my hand tightening around my length. I picture her lips parted, eyes wide with need.
“‘Come. Now!’ He commands and pinches my clit.”
She screams.
“MARGOT!”
I yell her name as I come, my release spilling hot and fast over my fist. I can’t hear anything. I’m seeing stars.
I’ve never come this hard in my life.
I unload into my fist, but there’s so much, some spills on my pants. It doesn’t matter; Benny already slobbered on them. Thankfully we put him in his room earlier. But I don’t think even his presence could have stopped me from jerking off to her voice.
The audiobook keeps playing, rolling into the next chapter. I barely register it, until I hear another voice.
Aman’svoice.
My blood boils. Who the fuck is he? Who the fuck is reading these filthy scenes with her? My hands clench into fists. He’s a dead man. There’s no way you can sit next to her, hearing her moan like that, and not be thinking about her.
