Her feminine musky taste hits my tongue, driving me even more insane, but having my back to Alessandro is not sitting well with me. Giving her one final lick, I pull my face away and gently push her back to sit on the couch.
“Spread your legs for me, sugar,” I tell her, imagining we are the only two people in this room. Her eyes stay glued on mine as she obeys and spreads her legs so everyone in the room can see her pink little pussy and spread out asshole.
“Suck,” I order, bringing my middle finger to her mouth. She wraps her plump lips around my finger and around her tongue over it as she sucks on it like she’s been told.
When my finger is good and wet, I pull it out and bring it between her thighs. She gulps, clearly nervous but doesn’t say a word when I slowly push the single digit into her welcoming heat.
Monroe stays completely still as I finger fuck her gently at first. But when I add my thumb to her clit, she starts wiggling around and grabbing onto the pillows beside her. I pick up speed and increase the pressure on the small bundle of nerves, but it isn’t until I add a second finger that her thighs start quivering, and I know she’s about to come.
I can tell she’s holding back, trying not to come, which only makes me want to make her come more. I hate that everyone is watching, but even now, I want her to come apart by my touch. I want to control her body, control her pleasure.
It only takes another minute before her head falls back and her whole body tightens. Her pussy squeezes my finger, and a muffled moan falls from her lips. I drown out the hollering from the other men in the room and concentrate on her and only her because right now, that’s the only way I’m going to be able to go through with this.