Free Watch Me by Shelley Bradley

crown of her head when she opened wide to take inch after inch inside the stunning, wet heat as she cradled him on her tongue. Dios mío!
    She sucked hard, and he felt her all over his cock. The head nudged the back of her throat. Her tongue swiped the sensitive underside of his cock, swirled around the swollen head.
    Heaven; she was exactly that. Sleek. She was built for long, sweaty,
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    intense fucks—and to show off for the audience that would soon masturbate to the sounds of her orgasm.
    About that, he had no doubt.
    To his left, the audience watched. Moaned. A few guys were adjusting themselves. Others had given up and were already stroking their own cocks. A few women had wandered into the room, and he hoped they understood there would likely be a line a mile long to fuck them if they stayed.
    Then Shanna drew back, her tongue laving the head of his cock, igniting a maelstrom of icy-hot tingles in his balls, down his spine. He stopped thinking completely. Too full of sensation now, he fucked her mouth slowly as she whimpered around him, her fingers locked on his thighs…slowly inching up to his ass.
    She took him to the back of her throat again. Her nails dug into his skin, and the hint of pain pushed him closer to the edge of pleasure. Damn, he was going to come if she kept that up. A part of him wanted to rush into the ache and explode on her tongue, down her throat, just for the joy of watching her take him, swallow him.
    But he wanted to fuck her more. Way more.
    Gritting his teeth, Alejandro pulled out of her mouth. She protested with an unintelligible groan, but he bent and grabbed her waist, lifting her until she stood. Whirling her away from him, to face the tall, chrome bed post, he forced her to bend toward it. Then with his fingers over hers, he clasped her hands around the pole.
    “Hold on. You will need to,” he growled in her ear. Bending quickly, he found the condom in his pocket and rolled it on, counting the torturous heartbeats until he could be balls deep in the sweet heat of her pussy. Seven seconds. That’s all it took until he gripped her hips and thrust inside her.
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    Scalding hot. Fist tight. Madre de Dios, he wasn’t going to last. But by damn, she was going over the edge first.
    Bracketing harsh fingers on her hips, he pushed his way inside. Shoved hard. It seemed to take forever. Her pussy was so swollen, and if he had to guess, she had not had sex in months, maybe longer. That was going to change. No way would tonight be the last time he fucked her. No way would he wait weeks, or even days, to feel this again. She’d be lucky if he would wait hours.
    The way he felt at the moment, he did not think such luck was on her side.
    Jacked up on an overload of sensation and a burning need to come brewing at the base of his spine, Alejandro took a deep breath and plunged into her slowly. Hell, it wasn’t helping his concentration to see guys jacking off to the sight of Shanna’s naked body. Or one of the women in the room with her skirt around her waist and a man’s cock buried inside her as she straddled his lap.
    Tearing his gaze away, he focused on the long line of Shanna’s naked spine, her mussed golden tresses spilling across her narrow back. He couldn’t not touch her.
    Lifting one hand off her hip, he reached around her body and toyed with her breasts, pinching one of her responsive nipples. She gasped, and Alejandro felt his primitive side take over. He sank his teeth into her neck. He squeezed her other nipple. Her body responded instinctively, tightening on his cock. She was close.
    Thank God. So was he.
    Gliding his palm down her belly, he buried his fingers into the sparse curls between her legs. There. Her clit stood up, hard and swollen, pleading for attention. He wasn’t about to say no. He swiped his fingers across her bundle of nerves. She moaned, tightened again. The friction of moving inside her was about to blow the
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