“What do you propose we do about it?” she asks.
Her innocence is fucking driving me crazy. It takes all my inner strength not to succumb to animalistic instincts and rip her red dress off her body so I can fuck her right here and now.
“We could leave a little bit earlier,” I say in a hushed tone.
The woman is driving me insane.
“I don’t know.” Her fingers push against my bulge, sending millions of volts of electric shockwaves through me. “Isn’t it a little bit rude to leave before, you know, the end?”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll tell you what’s rude: if I spray my cum all over you in this box.”
She nods, her expression serious, and says, “I guess that would be rude.”
Now her hand massages and kneads me as if I were dough.
“Let’s go,” I growl and grab her by the hand.
Every man has his limits, and I just reached mine. If I stay here any longer, like I said, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
Laughing, we leave the private box.
By the time we reach the limo, I’ve undone the button and zipper of my pants.Chapter 20Aurora
Millions of butterflies caress my bare skin. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat.
I can’t believe Finn’s fingering me right in the middle of the opera.
Carmen plays below, but I’m in a love story of my own making.
His fingers leave my insides burning with desire.
I look around to ensure we’ve gone unnoticed. People seem absorbed in the opera and not so much in us. Besides, the VIP opera box Finn’s arranged is pretty private. But still, I feel like I’m on display—and I can’t say for sure that that’s a bad thing.
This is so unlike me. Up until a few days ago, I was still a virgin, and now here I am—allowing a man to expose me like this in public.
The combination of the fear of people seeing what’s happening and of the pleasure rippling through me intensifies the experience—if that’s even humanly possible.
It feels like too much. Too much sexuality. Too much intensity.
In fact, the waves of pleasure that course through my body threaten to make me pass out. The tingling sensation from the pressure on my clit expands outward, one after another.
Further and further, the sensation spreads, until my body becomes tense with pleasure.
It’s difficult to keep thinking straight and to restrain my own growing desire. I want him inside me, but I don’t say so.
As Finn works his magic, I think back to the other night when I lost my innocence. My mind clutches onto the image of Finn’s cock.
It was massive. All their cocks were massive, and just the thought of that makes me hungry with desire.
Being with triplets is an amazing thing. Is it wrong that, even though Finn is taking me to the heights of pleasure right now, his brothers are also on my mind? I just remember the feeling of being with them all at once.
And I would give anything to replicate that.
When Finn was inside me before, when they took my virginity, I thought my body would simply dissolve. I simply had never experienced anything so amazing.
And right now, to have even just his fingers inside me again, well, it’s fucking amazing—and I fear I might just melt.
It’s difficult for me to think clearly or to focus on the opera. My head’s spinning.
He leans into my neck and whispers seductive things. “So, my little fucking vixen…ah, you like a little dirty talk?”
I nod my head, and with a hungry expression, he begins to torment my pussy more fiercely with his fingers. He tips my head back and plants the most tender of kisses on my lips and down my neck. I shudder with fear and feeling, as the excitement of it all threatens to overwhelm me.
When my body’s gripped by my first orgasm, I try to ride the wave of pleasure, but it’s impossible. I crash down into an abyss of pure torment and need. A tidal wave overcomes my body, and it’s all I can do not to moan out in the middle Act I.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his huge cock straining against his pants. All manner of nasty things run through my mind, and I realize that I’m getting in deep with this man.
As if reading my mind, he decides it’s time to go. I don’t resist when he grabs me by the wrists and drags me out of the private box. What’s coming promises to offer way more entertainment than the sad love story unfolding below.
Laughing, we run to the limo. My heels are slowing me down, so I stop to take them off.
“Wait, Finn,” I say breathlessly.
He glances back and comes to my aid, allowing me to use his body to steady myself.