Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,24
my hip and across my waist until it rests between my legs. A dull ache has been building there since the moment I came here tonight, slowly growing more needy and intense, pulsing furiously in need of touch.
A moan slips out of my mouth as he snickers in my ear. “Does it excite you, little girl? Being a voyeur and watching the sexual appetites being fed and curated right before your eyes?”
He presses his solid length, hard and rigid, firmly into the crevice of my ass.
“You know what turns me on the most?”
I shake my head against his chest, leaning back, rubbing my ass in a suggestive and desperate grind.
“Knowing that this arouses you. Knowing your body responds so greedily to it. Knowing your virgin cunt is dripping wet with the need to be filled.”
Everything inside me lights up. Flashes of heat and sparks of lust douse me like fuel, burning through my body like a rocket on its re-entry to Earth.
“Yes,” I reply, even though it wasn’t a question to be answered, simply the truth. I lift my arms over my head, clinging to his neck, as his hand slinks down the center of my legs, finds the edge of my dress and hikes it up past my hip bones.
“Please, touch me.”
His fingers tease circles around the front panel of my panties as I arch into him boldly and wantonly. And then his fingers still, leaving me panting and frantic.
“You will address me as Sir when we’re like this going forward,” he demands, biting the tip of my earlobe hard, the sharp pain in contrast to the pleasure bubbling up through my blood. “Do you understand me, little girl?”
I nod wildly. “Y-yes, sir.”
“That’s good. Are you still watching them?”
My eyes had been half-lidded from the shameless desire coursing through me, but when I reopen them, I see that the two lovers have been joined by a third player, another man. Upon closer inspection, I realize it’s Faron’s brother, Roman.
I watch with singular focus, curiosity and a yearning hunger, as Roman drops down to his knees between the woman’s spread legs and spreads her lips of her pussy before slowly licking her from back to front, while the man behind him strokes his stiff cock in his hand.
I’m a little shocked to witness this from Roman and a foreign proprietary lust registers inside my head, squeezing my heart with a jealousy I can’t pinpoint.
But none of it is as important than the glide of Faron’s fingers as they deftly slip inside my panties and into my wet heat.
“Oh Christ, little girl. So wet. So perfect.”
My common sense sends cautionary jabs at my brain, reminding me that I am in public and Faron has me half-exposed for anyone to see.
But my sensual desire and the need to be taken by this man wins out. I don’t even try to fight it because the only way I will come out of this with my sanity intact is to submit to what he’s giving me. To take everything he offers and beg for more.
The slickness of my pussy is everywhere, dripping down my legs as he uses it to open me up, spreading my lips wider, dragging his finger through my juices. His thumb dips inside and then circles my clit as my knees nearly buckle at the relief I feel from his touch.
Faron’s other arm launches around my waist to hold me up, but then his fingers thread over my throat with roughened cruelty. He squeezes and I delight in the flex of his hand as my breath stalls in my lungs.
Bolts of arousal barrel through my stomach and down to my toes. Small helpless noises emerge from deep within the caverns of my chest, as I heave ragged breaths.
A powerful finger thrusts inside me, followed by rapid, shallow thrusts that have me seeing stars. I tremble against him, as he makes my body come alive with a need to be filled, the empty space inside me longing for his cock.
Faron continues to ease his fingertips in and out of me and I know they are coated with my desire. He slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me bereft as he brings a hand to my breast, pushing down the material of the dress and tugging the bra out of the way before he swipes the wetness over my nipple. I nearly collapse, knees buckling, from the intensity of the bolt that erupts like lightning down to my pussy.
And then he paints the