Page 169 of Flawed

"No, stellina. It's mirrored glass. Just how you like it."

She nods against my chest. Heat radiates off her body, and she squeezes her thighs against my hand.

The man positions the woman so she's against the glass, facing us. He murmurs, "Everyone's watching you."

A lust-filled, satisfied smile plays on her lips. She pins her gaze directly at us, as if she can see through the glass, but she can't.

I glide my finger under Chanel's panties and into her wet heat, thrusting slowly and swirling her clit with my thumb.

She whimpers, blinking hard. Her mouth forms an O, and her breath turns more ragged.

The man orders, "Hands stretched up, against the glass."

The woman does as instructed, pressing her palms on the window, a new look of desire washing over her.

He slowly pins her hands with one of his then circles his arm around her waist and lifts her hips. In one fluid move, he thrusts into her.

She cries out.

Chanel whimpers.

"Do you like the show?" I taunt.

The man thrusts leisurely into the woman and dips his head to nibble on her neck.

"Yes," she chokes out.

Chanel keeps her eyes on them. She barely gets out, "Fuck me how he's fucking her, Luca."

It's a torturous statement. I'm so hard it hurts, but I don't want to do anything to jeopardize her coming home with me.

What if we do it here and she gets cold feet?

I state, "I'm taking you home to my bed and making love to you all night, stellina."

She meets my eye. Her greens glow brighter. Her red cheeks turn darker. She asserts, "First here."

"But—"

She tugs my head to her face and slides her tongue in my mouth so fast, I almost get dizzy. She murmurs between kisses, "I need you now, Luca. No more waiting."

There's no more red light stopping me. I can't refrain from taking her any longer. I release my pants, tug her dress up, and move her panties to the side. Just like the man did, I thrust into her.

She cries out into my mouth then refocuses on the glass.

It only takes a few seconds to sync up with what the man's doing to the woman. I keep my gaze focused on Chanel, loving every second of how she reacts to my body and the scene in front of us.

And maybe it's another reason why we're so good together. Over the years, her perversions became mine. Every night spent studying her from afar while watching others have what we both wanted tortured me.

Her breasts press against the glass, across from the other woman's, so it appears they're touching. I restrain her palms against the woman's. Every thrust I make is a lifetime of nirvana.

"Oh... oh..." Chanel cries out as the other woman repeats, "Yes!"

I murmur into her ear, "You're perfection, stellina. Just like you've always been."

She looks at me from the corner of her eye, blinking hard, then stating, "We... Luca. We're... per... oh God!"

Her walls grip my cock with the force of a vise then begin spasming so forcefully, her knees lose the ability to hold her up. An earthquake rips through her, driving me to the brink of euphoria.

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