Page 75 of The Mirage Guild

“Come bring those gorgeous tits and put them in my face as you sit on my lap,” Max said, tugging at my hips.

I lifted the front hem of my dress, making sure my backside was still covered, as I spread my knees out on either side of Max. His eyes slowly slid up my legs, taking in the garter and lace band I still wore.

“Fucking hell, Isabella,” he said as he lifted one of the straps and dropped it, letting it smack gently against my skin. His warm hands gripped my inner thighs and squeezed “I need to be inside you right now,” he said, unzipping his dress pants, “I’m going to fucking come as soon as you sit on this cock, then I’m going to make sure you come over and over in the mirror room.”

His dirty talk sent tingles down my spine. I watched between us as he reached inside his pants to pull out his hardening cock. Precum glistened his head as he gave himself a few strokes before pressing it against my entrance. I was already so damn wet for him.

Once I felt his head nudge against the right spot, I gripped his neck, brought his face toward my chest, and lowered myself down onto him in one movement. I held steady as I felt him shiver and shake beneath me.

“Fuuuck,” Max said as I sank down. I lifted myself slightly so I could repeat the movement, and true to his word Max was already close to the edge. Before long I felt him still then twitch inside me as he filled me. I rocked my hips against his lap as he thrust his hips up to give me all of him.

“You might just have to sit here with my cock inside so you so the cum stays where it needs to,” Max said with a chuckle, his hands rubbing my back.

I pressed my chest toward his mouth, the only thing not covered by the mask on his face, as I twirled my fingers in his hair. My dress dipped into a v-cut that, especially in this position, pushed my breasts up together. I loved the feel of Max’s five o’clock shadow scraping against my skin as he placed warm kisses across my chest.

I lifted my gaze to scan over the room as I straddled his lap. The evening had most definitely kicked up a notch. The men that had been tending to the woman in the booth not far from us were now stroking their cocks as she alternated her attention between the two. The performers on stage had brought out small toys and were in the throes of giving the people in the front row a very good show.

Everything about this space was designed to keep your senses heightened at all times and it was working. My nipples pressed hard against the satin of my dress and my chest was flushed red. My hips moved subconsciously on Max’s lap, craving the friction.

“Baby, you keep moving like that and I’m going to have to pound into you regardless of how many people can see us,” Max said roughly as he pressed kisses down my neck.

With a chuckle, I slid off his lap, keeping my legs pressed together so he wouldn’t spill out of me. Max shoved his cock back into his pants and stood to sign us in for our private room. I was ready to slip these masks off and spread out. Max walked back over, his hand reaching out for mine. Abandoning our champagne glasses, we walked through the small lounge and over to the room with the lion’s head knocker.

Memories of us sneaking back here when the Mirage Guild still hadn’t fully opened yet came flooding back to me. It felt like we had lived a lifetime since then but somehow had found ourselves back here. Max used a small brass key to unlock the room and pressed open the heavy door, ushering me inside as he held it open.

My eyes widened at our disheveled look being reflected back to us on every surface. The room was covered, every wall and across the ceiling with large, mirrored panels. Mirrored furniture was spread across the room, making sure an angle of yourself could be seen no matter where you stood. As soon as I heard the click of the door behind me, Max’s hands were at my sides, roaming over my belly and up my breasts, slowly walking me back against one of the mirrors.

I reached for my mask and slipped it off, feeling relief from its missing weight, before setting it on top of a nearby dresser. Behind me, Max slung his own mask off and tossed it on the floor, pressing his face into my neck as he pushed the straps of my dress down. His hands found the small zipper at my back and slid the metal down, letting the dress fall and pool at my feet.

A groan slipped from Max’s mouth as his eyes roamed over my body. The creamy lace garter still clung to my hips and thighs, my full breasts pushed nearly over the edge of the matching bralette, and my feet still arched high in my velvet heels.

Max was on his knees in an instant, his hand sliding up between my thighs. My body lurched forward as his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin.

“So fucking beautiful holding my cum in between your legs,” Max said as his eyes flared. With a smirk, he took his fingers and scooped up the creamy liquid that threatened to spill out of me. “I just need to put some of this back where it belongs.”

My moan echoed around the room as Max pushed two of his fingers into my pussy. My shoulder blades pressed into the mirror as my hips pushed out to demand more. Max’s mouth was on me in an instant, his tongue flicking out to dance over my clit. As his fingers continued to slowly push into me, Max brought me closer and closer to the edge with his tongue.

“That’s it, baby,” Max said, his voice muffled between my thighs, “squeeze my fingers.”

My entire body shivered, and my thighs flexed as my orgasm rocked through my body. Max slid his fingers out of me and stood, sprinkling kisses over my belly and up my chest as he raised to his full height. His hands reached for the fabric of my bralette, tugging the lace down so my breasts spilled out.

His warm mouth landed on my nipple, his tongue flicking out to tease it. My fingers dug into the back of his hair, pulling him closer. I needed to feel more of him, all of him.

“I already need to be inside you again,” Max said as he guided us over to the edge of the bed. The back of my legs hit the soft edge of the mattress as I sat down. Once we had decided to intentionally try for another baby, something had shifted in Max. We’d always had a very active sex life—it’s what helped bring us together back then—but this was on another level.

It was like it was a primal need for him to make it happen so he was ready to go, as many times as I could handle it, at a moment’s notice. I can’t say that I hated it. Max pulled his shirt off over his head, undid his pants, and pulled himself out.

“Watch me slide into you,” Max said as his hands gripped my knees and pressed them apart.

My eyes moved to the mirrored ceiling where I could see his hard cock jutting out from his body. Max stood in between my legs and slowly pressed his hips forward. I couldn’t take my eyes off us from above as he sunk deeper and deeper.

Max pulled himself almost all the way out, letting only the ridge of the tip of him stretch me. His cock glistened with our arousal as he pushed just his tip into me, hitting the sensitive part of me he knew I loved. He would alternate his movements, sometimes pressing himself as deep in as he could go before pulling himself almost all the way out and not pressing past my entrance.

I was scratching at the skin of his thighs as I tried to bring him closer. Max reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a little satin bag I recognized from home. As he wrapped one hand around my knee, Max opened the bag and pulled out a small pink vibrator we liked to use.

Max pressed the on button to the lowest setting and trailed the vibrator over my lips, down my chin and neck, and over my nipples. The entire time Max kept his slow thrust, never pushing himself all the way inside me. I watched in the mirror as his cock stretched me open so he could slide in but instead, he hovered at the edge.

“I’m going to press this against your clit so I can watch you come,” Max said as he trailed the vibrator down between my breasts. “I’m not going to press back in all the way until I feel you dripping over the tip of my cock.”

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