Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76172 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76172 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“It doesn’t,” he assures me. “And I want you to know, that most people would consider me very vanilla. There will be a lot of stuff you might see tonight that I haven’t done either.”
“What about that?” I say, angling my head back to the couple. “Have you done that?”
He glances up, his eyelids growing heavy. “Yeah. I’ve done that. Have you?”
I shake my head, my eyes locked on the man as he holds the back of the woman’s head, pressing his penis to her lips.
“But I’d like to.”
His groan draws the attention of several people across the room.
Chapter 26
Legacy
Her eyes stay locked on the couple performing on stage, and I count my blessings that she’s witnessing something most would consider pretty straight-laced rather than some whipping scene or group sex.
I’m all about to each their own, but I don’t want her thinking that everything she sees is something I might want to do to her. I sure as fuck won’t share her. I don’t even want the men walking by giving her a cursory glance, much less watching some other man put his hands on her. My breathing increases with the idea.
She shifts in her seat, looking turned on more and more by the second. I know she has to be slick with arousal. My cock aches in my slacks just watching her wiggle. Her eyes dart in my direction several times, but I don’t pull my gaze from the side of her face even when her cheeks flame with heat.
There’s a sheen of sweat at her temples, and more than once, I’ve watched a bead of sweat make the path from her throat to that shadow between her breasts. It’s taking a lot of strength not to touch her.
The scrape of a chair not far from us draws my attention, and I want to claw the man’s eyes out as he looks at her with clear desire in his eyes. I know what he sees. Only unlike me when I first realized my attraction to her, he doesn’t look the least bit ashamed for how young she is. Devyn is of age, and for some that’s all that matters. But there are still times I try to fight my attraction to her because that whole barely legal thing never appealed to me.
I pull my eyes from the other man, wanting to pull her closer to me, but her attention is locked on the stage where the man is using the ropes of the swing to pull his partner on and off his cock. Her pleasure is palpable, her cries as genuine as the way he holds his mouth open as he fucks her. They may be in the middle of a performance, but there’s nothing fake about the way they feel.
“Never in my entire life,” she whispers, and I have to nod my head in agreement.
I know watching the couple has its own ability to arouse me, but I think it’s more watching her get aroused by it that turns me on the most.
“Did you see them?” I ask, pointing a finger in the direction of a man who has a woman on his lap, a thin blanket covering her waist. Her breasts are exposed, and it’s clear that his hand is working her under the blanket as they watch the couple on stage.
As if Devyn can’t help herself, she inches even closer, the side of her body touching mine.
“Do you want that?” I ask, knowing my words are a tease because I’d never share her pleasure with anyone, ever. “Do you want my hands on you? In you?”
She looks up at me, her breathing growing a little ragged as she nods.
I suddenly reconsider the offer of one of the private rooms the guy at the counter gave us when we first entered.
“Watch,” I tell her. “That’s what they want. See his hand moving under the blanket.”
She diverts her gaze back to the other couple, her tongue licking over the bottom curve of her mouth.
I want to suck that tongue into my mouth and swallow her groans as they escape from her throat.
Her hand squeezes my thigh, and it takes all of my control not to roll my hips in an effort to entice her to move it up and wrap those delicate, talented fingers around my erection.
As much as I told her I didn’t want to be here, I’m not regretting my choice. Seeing the arousal in her eyes, watching the way she shifts in her seat, has a way of turning me on.
I want to play with her, to tease her and make her beg me for more.
“Being here makes me feel naughty,” she says, her eyes slow to pull from the working hand of the man a few feet away.
“Me too,” I confess. “I want my mouth on every inch of your body, my tongue tasting your skin, your arousal.”