Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

I could feel his cock pressed between us, hot and hard against my thigh.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around him again, stroking slowly, feeling the weight of him in my palm. He was so thick I could barely close my fingers around him. The head was slick with the fresh bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

“You want this cock in your mouth again?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Or do you want it somewhere else?”

I met his eyes. “I want it in my pussy.”

“Then take it.”

I lifted my hips and reached between us, pulling my panties to the side. My pussy was already soaked, my arousal slick and warm against my fingers. I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, pressing it against my wet folds, and I felt him shudder.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “I want to watch your face when I slide inside you.”

I looked into his eyes, and I sank onto him.

The feeling of him entering me was unbearable in the best possible way. His cock stretched me open inch by inch, my walls parting to accommodate his thickness, my body clenching around him in a desperate, instinctive grip. I took him slowly, feeling every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his blood against my inner walls, until I was fully seated on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

We both let out a long, shaky breath.

“Fuck, Celeste.” His voice was barely a whisper. “You feel so goddamn good. Your pussy is gripping me

like it never wants to let go.”

I began to move.

My hips rolled against his, a slow, deep rhythm that made his cock slide in and out of my wet heat with a slick, quiet sound. I braced my hands against his shoulders, careful of his injured arm, and I rode him in the dim light of the parked car. The tinted windows hid us from the world outside, but the shadow in Julian’s window was still there. Still watching.

“You like riding my cock while your husband stands in that window, don’t you?” Dominic’s voice was teasing. “You like knowing he’s watching and has no fucking idea you’re stuffed full of another man’s dick.”

I moaned, his words sending a thrill through me. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I love it. I love riding your cock while he watches.”

“I’m close,” I breathed.

“Not yet.” His hand clamped down on my hip, stilling my movements. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He lifted me off his cock, and I whimpered at the loss of him inside me. He ignored my protest, turning me around in his lap until my back was pressed against his chest and I was facing the windshield.

“Put me back inside you,” he murmured in my ear. “Take this cock deep.”

I reached between my legs and guided him back to my entrance. I sank onto him slowly, feeling him fill me from this new angle. The position was deeper, his cock pressed against my front wall, hitting a spot that made my vision blur.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “I can feel every inch of your pussy from here. Feel how tight you are around me.”

I began to move, my hips rolling in slow circles, grinding against him. His good hand came around my waist and slid down between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my hips, and I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder.

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