to see us, watch us, even get off on it. “You want to be watched? Want them to see me fucking you? See me showing those boring old fucks how well I claim this?”
I nod, closing my eyes as I rub against his hand. I bite down on my lip and try to stop, but a little moan escapes anyway. “Tyler…” I whisper, my voice hoarse and coated in desire as he fuels me with his words. And yet he has barely touched me. That’s how easily this man decimates me, controls me, and dominates me, and I love every fucking second of it.
His hand pulls away, his lips too after dropping a teasing, open-mouthed kiss on my pounding pulse in my neck. His eyes are dark and dangerous. His lips are thin, and his expression is hungry as he pushes back his chair. Standing, he nods his head, and I get to my feet, almost stumbling. I am that needy, that wild with this sudden desire I never knew I had.
To be watched.
He grips my hips and I feel the warmth, even through the thin material of my shirt, as he lifts me effortlessly and places me on the table. I part my legs as he sits and drags his chair closer. “Knees up,” he instructs.
Pressing the balls of my bare feet to the edge of the table, I bend my legs and show him my pussy. He rubs at the stubble on his chin, but I see the smirk there as I lean back on my hands and watch him. Chest heaving, heart racing, I wait for whatever he’s going to do.
“Pull your panties aside, let me see my cunt,” he orders.
Leaning back, I glide my hand down my body before pulling my shirt up until it lies on the top of my thighs, and then I drag my underwear to the side so he can see my glistening sex. “Look at how beautiful you are, Angel, so wet and pink.” His hands drag up my legs, parting them further until it borders on painful, as those big fingers drag down my exposed center before he lifts them away. Eyes on me, he sucks them into his mouth, grunting at my taste.
“I’m like a starving man presented with a banquet. That’s how good you taste, Angel,” he groans. “You like these knickers?”
I shake my head, unsure where he’s going, when suddenly, he grabs the knife from breakfast, throws my shirt further up, and grips the material on my hip. He slides the blade against my skin, making me shiver as it goes beneath my knickers, and with one quick slash, he cuts them free. I have to lift my hips as he pulls them away, and then they are in his hand. He shoves them into his pocket and tugs my shirt up higher.
To my belly, until my pussy is exposed for everyone to see. Closing my eyes, I drop my head back, arching my chest into the air as I pant. It feels so wrong, too fucking naughty, that I can’t even begin to describe how I feel.
I sense their eyes on us, I sense their eyes on me. It only makes my desire stronger. I feel beautiful, sexy, and powerful, and when Tyler’s fingers slide down my wet heat and slip inside my pussy, I’m taken to heaven like the angel he calls me.
His mouth is there too then, his lips closing around my clit and sucking. The force jerks my hips up as I grind into his mouth with a groan. His fingers curl inside me, dragging along my walls and the nerves there. He keeps the pressure on my clit until I reach down and tangle my hand in his hair.
“Tyler, please, please,” I beg, unsure what I’m pleading for, but it’s always more with him. He releases my clit, flicking it with his tongue over and over before dragging the flattened edge down my folds and dipping it inside me.
“Angel,” he groans against my pussy as I raise my hips and grind restlessly against his face.
“Oh, God, I’m so close, please, please,” I almost yell as his lips wrap around my clit again, this time with a hint of teeth, as his fingers fuck in and out of me. The wet sound is loud, even over the blowing of the wind. The sun beats down on me, warming my already overheated skin.
Heart slamming, belly clenching, I give my pleasure to him as he