Page 48 of Stay Toxic

“Yes.” I try to wiggle my hips to draw him deeper, but given his height, the angle, and the simple fact that I can’t stand up straight right now, he’s completely in control here. “Please, yes.”

“If you insist.” And then he pushes in with a grunt, burying himself inside me in one smooth stroke.

My heart is in my throat, but the huge, thick shaft slid right in, now pressing hard against a sensitive spot no one and nothing has ever reached.

It occurs to me that he likely paused to give me a chance to adjust to his girth before sliding home.

I already think it's too much, that I haven't ever felt anything so overwhelming in my life, that it can't possibly get better, but then he slides out and slams right back in, making the spot sing and vibrate and by the third thrust, explode.

I scream, drawing dozens of eager eyes to us. I almost fall on my ass, no longer capable of even pretending to support myself.He lifts my standing leg under the knee and settles it on another barstool, making me squat in the air as his humongous cock keeps battering my poor pussy.

Sure, I've had sex before, but if this is getting fucked? I might as well have been a virgin, because I never felt a tenth, a hundredth of this.

“Look at everyone, watching your tits bounce," Sebastian groans, his hands on my waist, slamming me down on him as he plows into me. "Hearing you beg for more, like the greedy little slut you are.And you’re loving every minute of it, aren't you?”

I can only whimper, incapable of doing anything other than clench, sob, and drench his cock.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who likes to show off, huh? Hey, Raphael," he calls out.

One guy, blond, dressed in an open white shirt and dark red pants, sporting a tent no one could miss, immediately stops rubbing against the couple of women he was dancing with to approach.

He's alittle younger than us, I think, but very cute.

"Raphael, meet my lovely pervert. She wants to see the effect she has on you. On everyone."

"Hell, yeah." The guy doesn't hesitate: he opens his pants and pulls out his cock, hard as steel. "Fuck, you're so hot, taking that dick in front of us."

I can't help tensing, even as I feel Sebastian laugh against my skin. "Raphael's a voyeur. You love being watched. He loves watching. Show him how you take my cock, Hestia."

Slowly, hesitantly, I lift the tulle in the way to expose us.

"Holy shit. You're leaking," he observes, almost reverently. “And your damn pussy looks so tight."

The complete stranger's touching himself, jerking his cock as he leans in to get a better view.

My core ignites, a long wail escaping me. I don't know if it's just me who gets tighter, or if Sebastian actually grows bigger, harder inside me, but for some reason, his cock seems to reach deeper inside me, to fill me to the brim. I'm going to explode. There's no stopping or slowing the oncoming wave.

"Can I come on your cunt?" Raphael asks, his movements getting jerky.

I don't even think. My brain has left the building. I don't know if I'm screaming yes to his question, or just because I'm at the brink of the precipice and just want more, but I say it again and again.

I feel warm, sticky cum right against my clit, and Sebastian keeps fucking me through it.

I scream as the tension finally reaches its paroxysm, all sense of self deserting me as my body loses control, so much I feel wetness leak out onto Sebastian's hand, and Raphael's cock, too close to evade what’s coming out of me.

"Fucking hell. You're a squirter," Sebastian groans.

He slowly lowers my useless, boneless legs down from the two stools. At first, I think he's done with me, but once he's seated me on the bar, he wraps my feet around his hips and shoves his cock right back inside my folds.

I'm so sleepy. Spent. But my core immediately responds, tingling as it welcomes him back.

"Do you know what Raphael would give to touch you right now?" Sebastian asks, with slow, lazy thrusts. "What any of them would give? Millions, darling. They'd lay millions at your feet. But they can't, can they? Because you're mine."

The shallow, languorous moves get deeper, faster, and though I was all but ready to drop minutes ago, my poor little legs are tightening around him, as if trying to keep him right there.

"Say it. I know it's so easy to just take and not admit what's happening, little pervert. But I want to hear you say it as you come." His hand moves between us, back to my clit.

"Please," I croak.