Page 93 of Chandelier Sin

I reached around and squeezed his butt cheek hard.

“Jesus,” Greyson said huskily.

I let go and cupped his balls. “Amelia, take them in your mouth.”

Following my guidance, Amelia lavished his testicles with a frenzied obsession, sucking loudly, the smacking of her lips causing me and Greyson to swap a knowing glance.

He was close.

“Take his cock again.” I directed her pace, dragging her head back and forth. “Deep throat him.”

Guiding her, I aided her method as she took his thickness all the way to the back of her mouth.

His cock was shiny from her saliva, rock hard and engorged, a perfect specimen. She worshipped him like this, head bobbing in time with my controlled dips as I forced her pace—going faster still.

“Both hands on his cock,” I said.

Greyson’s back stiffened.

“You’re doing well,” I said, letting go and resting a hand on her head. “Tighten your lips.”

Greyson’s jaw tightened from the increase in pleasure.

“This is about you,” I said. “And what she can give you.”

He gave a frantic nod, trying not to blow.

“Good girl,” I said huskily. “For you, Amelia, this is about how honored you are to have this.”

“You’re doing great,” said Greyson, voice husky.

I tipped her chin a little. “Remember your form.”

Her training should have included the requirement of maintaining a pleasing position, especially during sessions where she was showcased.

Leaning in, I peeled open her labia. “You may play here.”

Frantic now, she dropped a hand to rub herself, small moans escaping. Her fingers knocked against mine as I kept her folds parted, admiring the wetness of her pussy, my own pleasure garnered from her clit play.

I wasn’t touching her there, so this couldn’t be construed as cheating. A strange thought, considering I was single. I knew, even as I watched that small nub flickering beneath a radiant fingertip, that I was wishing this was Eve’s cunt.

Amelia’s eyelids fluttered as she sank deep into a trance, that praise kink of hers making me smile.

“Keep going, understand?” I said gruffly.

She drew in a sharp breath at the same time as Greyson, both sinking into the living fantasy.

“Such a good girl,” I told her. “You’re earning my approval.”

She took him deeper into her throat, her confidence surging.

I stepped away. “Entertain me.”

Amelia broke off from him and peered my way.

“Fuck each other,” I said huskily.

Within seconds, Amelia had leaped into Greyson’s arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, and he was taking her hard in the center.