Page 93 of Chandelier Sin
I reached around and squeezed his butt cheek hard.
“Jesus,” Greyson said huskily.
I let go and cupped his balls. “Amelia, take them in your mouth.”
Following my guidance, Amelia lavished his testicles with a frenzied obsession, sucking loudly, the smacking of her lips causing me and Greyson to swap a knowing glance.
He was close.
“Take his cock again.” I directed her pace, dragging her head back and forth. “Deep throat him.”
Guiding her, I aided her method as she took his thickness all the way to the back of her mouth.
His cock was shiny from her saliva, rock hard and engorged, a perfect specimen. She worshipped him like this, head bobbing in time with my controlled dips as I forced her pace—going faster still.
“Both hands on his cock,” I said.
Greyson’s back stiffened.
“You’re doing well,” I said, letting go and resting a hand on her head. “Tighten your lips.”
Greyson’s jaw tightened from the increase in pleasure.
“This is about you,” I said. “And what she can give you.”
He gave a frantic nod, trying not to blow.
“Good girl,” I said huskily. “For you, Amelia, this is about how honored you are to have this.”
“You’re doing great,” said Greyson, voice husky.
I tipped her chin a little. “Remember your form.”
Her training should have included the requirement of maintaining a pleasing position, especially during sessions where she was showcased.
Leaning in, I peeled open her labia. “You may play here.”
Frantic now, she dropped a hand to rub herself, small moans escaping. Her fingers knocked against mine as I kept her folds parted, admiring the wetness of her pussy, my own pleasure garnered from her clit play.
I wasn’t touching her there, so this couldn’t be construed as cheating. A strange thought, considering I was single. I knew, even as I watched that small nub flickering beneath a radiant fingertip, that I was wishing this was Eve’s cunt.
Amelia’s eyelids fluttered as she sank deep into a trance, that praise kink of hers making me smile.
“Keep going, understand?” I said gruffly.
She drew in a sharp breath at the same time as Greyson, both sinking into the living fantasy.
“Such a good girl,” I told her. “You’re earning my approval.”
She took him deeper into her throat, her confidence surging.
I stepped away. “Entertain me.”
Amelia broke off from him and peered my way.
“Fuck each other,” I said huskily.
Within seconds, Amelia had leaped into Greyson’s arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, and he was taking her hard in the center.
