Page 150 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“You want to ride my cock?” he asked.
“Yes!” I screamed. But honestly I barely even heard his words. I felt like I was in heaven.
He slowly pulled out of me and lay down on the couch. I straddled his waist and grabbed his cock, guiding him back inside of me.
God yes.
And then I looked over Orlando’s shoulder and locked eyes with Dr. Lyons.FUCK!
Orlando groaned. “Just like that. Grip my cock.”
I wasn’t purposely being great at sex right now! I stared in horror at Dr. Lyons. He was peering through a window next to the door he’d gone through.Ah!I tried to jump up, but Orlando’s strong hands kept my hips in place.
“Stop! My fiancé can see!”
“Nah, that’s two-way glass,” said Diablo. “We can see him, but he can’t see us. Which is a real shame, because your tits look amazing when they bounce. He’s really missing a good show.”
Orlando gave me a big thrust, making my tits bounce everywhere. I grabbed hold of the girls to make them stop flying about.
“Damn, it’s hot when you grab your tits,” said Orlando.
“Yeah? You like that?” I squeezed on my boobs more and then sucked on my index finger.Ah! No! What am I doing?!Getting fucked while Diablo and possibly Dr. Lyons watched was messing with my head.
“Hot damn,” said Diablo. “You sure you don’t want something else in your mouth?”
No, I was not sure at all. I desperately wanted dick. All the dick. I looked down at the erection pressing against the front of Diablo’s orange jumpsuit. “No! That’s so slutty.”
Orlando’s fingertips dug into my skin as he moved my hips faster.
Or maybe it wasn’tthatslutty...
Diablo grinned. “Maybe you just need a closer look at your fiancé.”
What did that have to do with anything?
Orlando stood up with himself still buried inside of me and carried me over to the window. And then he put me down and started thrusting into me again.
I pressed my hands against the glass and stared at Dr. Lyons staring back at me. Could he seriously not see me? Because he was really looking through the window. He was cupping his hands around his eyes. And putting his hand above his eyes like a visor to get a better look.
And something about him maybe watching just made me even that much hornier. I pressed my palms against the glass, matching Orlando’s thrusts.
Dr. Lyons started banging on the glass and I jumped.
Orlando groaned.
It was like Dr. Lyons was staring into my soul.
“I really think he can see us! Maybe we should let him out...”
“It’s too late,” said Orlando. “I’m about to cum.”
“Damn,” said Diablo. “Don’t worry, Ash. I’ll send your fiancé into the showers in a few minutes so you can make it up to him.”
“Where do you want it?” asked Orlando as he slammed into me.
I could barely even think straight.
“I bet Officer Ironside would say anywhere but her inside of her,” said Diablo.
