Page 150 of Ruined Vows

“Come on, little lady,” Isaak says, hamming it up for the crowd. If he wasn’t going all in on the security business, I’d have said he’d be perfect for theLa Barestage, the best all-male dancer entertainment bar in Dallas. Though I suppose I might get jealous if he was giving lap dances to other women all night.

When he glides his hips back and forth as he walks closer to me again with the microphone, oh yes, I am glad I’m the only gal in Texas who gets to have him in her lap.

He leans in and, with that deep voice of his speaks right into the microphone as he pierces my eyes with his own. “Tell them exactly what you did when you woke up this morning and found my hard-on pressed against your ass.”

I suck in an audible little gasp that echoes through the mic to speakers all throughout the room.

“I wanted to get fucked,” I whisper. “So I crawled down underneath the covers. Your cock was punched through between the buttons of your boxers. So I could just grab it.”

Isaak pulls the mic back and he starts running a feather up my inner thigh. Fuck. Where’d he get that?

“Did you grab it with your hand?” he asks.

“N— No,” I stutter, tickled and turned on by the feather. And by recounting my sexual exploits to a room full of strangers and friends.

Even Bane has Moira twisted this way, one hand at her throat, vibrator held just out of touch of her clit, making her listen.

Oh my god. It’s one thing watching my friend have sex all the time. But having it reversed soshe’sgoing to watchme?

“What’d you do?” Isaak demands into the mic before putting it back in my face.

“I took your cock in my mouth. I wanted you to wake up with me already sucking you off.”

“Fuck right you did. And did I wake up right away?”

I gulp, forcing myself to look around as Isaak unzips his pants and steps between my legs. I’m so fucking embarrassed but at the same twisted fucking time, I love it. And when Isaak’s cock rubs between the lips of my pussy, I’m instantly drenched for him.

“What’d you do?” he demands, his own breath short like it always gets whenever his cock is anywhere near my sex.

“I swallowed you down my throat.”

“Was that easy?”

“It’s never easy with you,” I whine as just the tip of him dips inside me, stretching me. “You’re so big. Do they see how big you are?”

“Do you want me to show them?”

I don’t want him to move away from me, but yes, I do want them to see. Both because I’m so proud of my fucking man. And because I myself have been fascinated to see a man as big as him, and I want anyone else who was as curious as I was to be able to see. To look but not touch. My sex clenches just at the thought. Because I get to lookandtouch.

“Show them.”

He turns profile to me, stroking his huge horse-cock. This gets both men and women murmuring, and I fucking love it.

You dirty whore.

Yes. Yes I am.Dirty whore. Dirty whore. Dirty whore.

“I swallowed you down my throat because I’m a dirty whore,” I say into the microphone, “and I wanted you to wake up to shocking pleasure.”

“I certainly fucking did,” Isaak growls into the mic, turning back to me with his cock poised at my entrance again. “I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I woke up right as you were squeezing my balls and I was coming down your fucking throat. I yanked the sheets back to see I was fucking your gorgeous face. My cum was dribbling out of your mouth but you’d drunk the rest of me down.”

“I couldn’t bear losing a fucking bit of you. So I licked up every drop.”

“That’s fucking right you did.”

He pulls me to him by the strong ropes holding the swing. Then he hefts my leg up to his shoulder so everyone can see as he thrusts slowly inside me.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he whispers gently, just for me.

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