The performer moaned louder. I turned to see what was happening, curious if she was only being dramatic or if she was turned on for real. Her partner’s head was between her thighs too.
“Is he giving her oral?”
“He’s giving her everything I want to give you.” He resumed torturing me.
“He’s going to fuck her?” I gaped in disbelief. Sure some of the performers went all the way. There were no hard rules at Ted’s Peep Club. I just never went that far when I performed.
“Only if she wants him to.”
I considered his words. Did he mean he’d fuck me if I let him? The very thought brought me back to my own pleasurable activity.
Joseph continued to delight in me while keeping his eyes locked on mine. My juices sparkled on his dark beard like morning dew on the grass.
“Oh…” I squeaked, pulsing something fierce.
He pressed his finger into my tight rosette, his gaze searing my heart with his mark. He was absolutely the most handsome and sexy man I knew. He had an all-consuming magnetic force that drew me to him. I didn’t think I could live without Joseph. I was so desperately in love with him.
“Come for me, Bonita.” He bit down on my clit, and my orgasm hit.
I moaned and threw my head back. My body shook as I rode the wave of sheer ecstasy.
“Say yes,” he said in a commanding voice. “I’m clean.” He climbed on top of me, the tip of his dick at my entrance. “I need your words, Bonita. Are we finishing or not?”
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“I need your words, Bonita. Are we finishing or not?” If she said no, I would be blue-balled for all eternity. If we didn’t go all the way now, we never would. My conscience wouldn’t let me get to this point with her again, nor could I be with another woman. Not after this woman under me had stolen my heart. She owned. “It was now or never,” I told her.
“You’re clean? No STDs?” She seemed nervous, but perhaps the flush in her cheeks and wide eyes were the side effects of the powerful orgasm she’d just had. I wanted her badly before she cooled down and reconsidered our path.
“You can trust me. I’m clean.” I tried not to wince at my words. Trust? I was about to destroy any trust she had in me. “Are you clean? On birth control?”
Her amber-colored eyes darted around the room as if avoiding mine. “Mhm.” She inhaled a deep breath and blew it out. Shit, she was really nervous. “We’re finishing.” She gripped my ass cheek and pulled me toward her. “Please fuck me, Joseph.” Those were the words I’d longed to hear for months.
“It would be my pleasure.” I started to enter her when I heard the woman scream “yes” through the speaker. Her cry of pleasure jolted me, and I plowed into Brynne full force.
Brynne yelped, and her nails sliced through the skin on my butt. Pain and pleasure went together like peanut butter and jelly for me. I was down with her nails piercing my flesh.
I pulled out and pushed back in but was met with resistance. She was so fucking wet and tight. Tighter than anyone I’d been with before. I stared into her watery eyes. Something was off, so very wrong.
“Why are you stopping?”
“When’s the last time you had sex?” Oh man, I had a bad feeling.
“Why?” She lifted her pelvis and circled her hips to get me moving.
I froze atop her. She couldn’t be a virgin. Could she? No way. She got naked in front of people and liked to be watched. She had her kinks like I did.
Watched, you idiot, not fucked.
And I knew the truth.
“Joseph, stay with me.” She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me. “Don’t stop.” She lulled me into submission with her sweet lips.
“Fuck, Brynne. Why didn’t you tell me?” I dropped my forehead to hers. My sweet woman. She deserved a lot better than me, a guy who popped her cherry in a sex club. “Why, baby? Why didn’t you tell me.”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me.” A tear streaked down her cheek.