“I told you, babe,” Austin whispers at me, taking his face from between my thighs and grinning at me. I grin back at him, breathing hard, as I watch my own juices glistening under the lights and dripping down his chin. “We’re just getting started,” he concludes, and then goes up to his feet slowly. He offers me his hand and I take it; pulling me to my feet, he then places his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me up. I react by instinct and lace my legs around his waist, crossing them on his lower back.
“This is insane,” I tell him, panting, “are we really going to fuck up on stage?”
“Yes,” he tells me with a smile, “because that’s what you want, isn’t it?” The moment his words hit me, I know it’s the truth. But I don’t just want it—I need it, and I need it bad. I want him to fuck me as hard as he did before, and I want him to do it in front of all these women. I want them to see how a true man fucks.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask him, repeating the same words he said to me moments ago. With a devious grin, he starts lowering me over his cock, and I tremble as I feel his cock pressing against my pussy’s inner lips. I grit my teeth and ready my body for what’s to come, remembering how it felt to have his massive cock inside of me. “Do it, Austin,” I tell him, looking into his eyes, and this time he doesn’t make me beg. This time he just does it, pushing me down and thrusting at the same time.
“OH GOD!” I shout at the top of my lungs, electric sparks crisscrossing under my skin and making my whole body burn. His shaft pushes its way to the back of my pussy, straining against my inner walls on the way in until it finally hits that sweet spot inside of me. “Hard…” I whisper into his hair, laying my head on his shoulder. “I want you to go as hard as you can.”
“I wouldn’t do it any other way, babe,” he responds, and then starts to thrust at a furious pace. There’s no crescendo or growing rhythm; there’s just the unbridled rage of his movements, his cock moving in and out of my pussy at such a furious pace that I feel my insides burning as if I’m trapped inside a furnace.
My arms are over Austin’s shoulders, but I have to cross them behind his neck as his thrusts grow even more violent. Every time he thrusts I can’t help but scream, and my throat is already growing sore from the effort.
“I’m going to… I’m going to…” I start to say, but I don’t get to finish my sentence; a violent orgasm explodes in me, taking over both my body and mind at the same time. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and it truly feels as if I’m on fire. I hear the distant cries and shouts of the women all around us, but the sound of it comes at me muffled and distant, as if they are standing at the other side of the universe. “Fuck, fuck…” I breathe out, my twitching muscles still moving as an avalanche of endorphins makes its way through my veins.
“Satisfied?” he asks me, teasing me. I force my eyes open and, pressing my forehead against his, I simply give him my most wicked smile. “Thought so,” he smiles back at me, and puts me down slowly. I take a few seconds to catch my breath, but Austin doesn’t allow me much more than that.
Someone throws him a rope from backstage, and he snaps it in his hand, looking at me with that mischievousness look of his. Turning his back to me, he walks toward the edge of the stage and dangles one end of the rope over the women closest to him. They shout out his name and try to reach for him, but he simply turns his back to them and walks back to me. He presses his body against mine and, pushing my arms behind my back, he uses the rope to tie my wrists against each other.#p#分页标题#e#
“What are you doing?” I ask him, but he doesn’t reply right away. He simply looks at me with that uncontrollable hunger in his eyes.
“I’m going to give you the time of your life, that’s what I’m doing,” he whispers, and then pushes me back and then down. I sit on the chair again and he ties the loose ends of the rope on the chair. I pull with my arms, but the knots are strong; unless he wants me to, I’m not walking away from this anytime soon. Which, really, just makes it all so much better; right now, I’m all for having control taken away from me.
He reaches for my breasts and squeezes them lightly, a shiver running up my spine as I feel the touch of his finger. Then, he lets go of me and lifts his arms up in the air; he claps his hands twice and, as he does it, two more spotlights race to the stage, one going to the left, the other to the right.