“And how are you planning on doing that? Apparently, I'm getting married tomorrow. So, of course, I'm going to be nervous.”
I slid off the couch and onto my knees in front of her. She smirked at me, already leaning back in preparation for what I might do to her.Greedy.
I swept her hair back over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the column of her throat. “Can you see the window?”
“Mmm,” I felt the sound rumble through her throat as my tongue drifted across her skin. “Of course.”
“What do you see out there?”
She turned, paying a little more attention. “There are a few guards in the yard, but no one close by.”
I ran my hands over her hips and between her thighs, her legs readily slid open for me. I pushed them wide, not bothering to remove any of her clothing. I could easily move the loose pajama shorts and her tiny cotton thong aside. “What are you more worried about, marrying me tomorrow or those men watching you come?”
“Uhm, you wouldn't,” her cheeks were instantly flushed, her gaze submissive and dewy. Fuck, this dirty girl really was an exhibitionist at heart. Shame I was so fucking possessive that I would never really let another person enjoy her, but that didn't mean I couldn't use her kinks to make her come incredibly hard.
“I would, baby.” I slid her shorts aside and trailed my finger up and down the wet line her glistening pink pussy left in her panties. “There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialed a number and pressed it to my ear. “Hunter, I need you and Wreath up here.”
“Yes, sir. Anything in particular?” he answered eagerly.
“Guard the bay window in the living room.”
“Can do, sir.”
I smiled wickedly, waiting until they were close enough that they would surely see under any other circumstances.
“Oh, Mason!” she gasped as I pushed her panties aside and dove into her heat. “Oh my god, they can see us!”
“Mm, you’re delicious. I bet my men are jealous they don't get to taste you.”
“Mason, you can’t!” her protests were cut off by a moan as I sucked her clit between my lips and applied the tight pressure I knew felt so good it hurt. She practically vibrated as she moaned, forgetting her argument. The men I called were walking toward the window, fully facing us, and only a few feet away now.
“Mason, oh god, oh god!”
“What is it, good girl?” I slid a finger inside and stroked her g-spot. “Do you think they’re jealous they don’t get to pet the inside of your pretty pussy?”
“They shouldn't be watching us!” I would have believed the outrage if I couldn't see her achingly hard nipples through the flimsy fabric of her pajamas and feel the spasms inside her as her body begged me to make her come in front of them.
I hungrily laved her clit and slipped another finger inside her. She whimpered as I applied the pressure I knew she loved.
“They'll never respect me if they watch me come,” she panted desperately.
I bit her clit ever so slightly, and she whimpered at the sensation. “No, baby, they won't. They'll think you're the sexiest, juiciest, fucking piece of ass they've ever seen. And you want to feel like that, don't you? Like the sexiest thing that's ever lived? You love that I want to drink your cum out of you while they watch.”
She didn't need to answer me. Her screaming moan and pulsating pussy said everything she wouldn't rightfully admit. I slid a third finger into her slick heat, feeling her muscles attempting to fight the intrusion with a primal sense of satisfaction.
“I'm going to come!” her cry doubled as a plea.
“I know, baby. Let them see how spectacular you look when you cover me in your cum.”
She obeyed me, orgasming on an agonized scream and drenching me in the sweet juices that hardened not only my cock but my entire being into something hungry and predatory.
Once she was calm and sated, so cum-drunk she could barely move, I seriously considered whether or not I should tell her the truth about our audience. I wanted to repeat the performance, and it likely wouldn't have the same impact if she knew. However, I didn't want her to think my men didn't respect her for a second.
“Wait a minute,” her brows pushed together as she watched them, “They're not watching us or tryingnotto watch us. They can't see inside, can they?!” Her shocked expression was hilarious.
I laughed, thoroughly satisfied with having helped her relax. “No, baby. They can’t. The windows have one-way film, and the entire house is soundproofed.”
Chapter 15