As if I would deny myself the opportunity to fuck her little pussy. I’d never taken a girl to watch with me before. Never wanted to until Scarlett. Besides, I got my kicks from watching the others fuck, so never needed to go anywhere else. They were happy to let me watch, so what was the point?
Now we had Scarlett. My kinky little lamb was just as deviant as the four of us. Our perfect goddess of the night. She wanted to try everything. This was for me and her. Something we could share together. There was no fucking way I could involve the others in this. Scarlett was possessive. She wouldn’t want to see them fuck another girl. But this? We could watch people we didn’t know fuck in private for a price. One I was more than willing to pay for the safety and security of a club catering to your basest desires. I would do anything to make Scarlett happy.
Drake said yes because he knew Zayn’s club was one of the most secure places in the city. The mafia prince was known for running a tight ship. Privacy and security were his top priorities.
I removed my fingers from Scarlett’s pussy, pressing her forward enough to undo my trousers and get my cock out. I pulled her knickers down her thighs to give me access but didn’t bother tugging them off her body. My chin settled on her shoulder a minute later.
“If you want my dick, lamb, take it. Show me how much you need me.”
She shifted back as I held it for her. And slid down on it just as the door in the other room opened, revealing a third man. I smiled at the shocked gasp emitting from Scarlett’s mouth. He was completely bare, with dark hair and dark eyes. The way he smirked as he approached the threesome on the bed made Scarlett squirm on my dick as she sunk further down.
“Room for one more?” the man asked as he climbed on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” Scarlett moaned as he took the girl by the hair, pulling her closer and shoving his dick in her mouth.
I couldn’t help but be pleased with Scarlett’s reaction.
My girl loves this as much as I do. What more could a man ask for?
Twenty Five
Scarlett
When I begged Prescott to take me out of the penthouse, I did not imagine I would end up in a sex club sat on his dick whilst we watched four people fuck. I got it now. Completely understood his fascination. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. Watching three men go at this woman like she was their plaything. They gave it to her with wild abandon, heedless of the fact they were being watched.
“That’s what Francis, West and Drake look like when they fuck you, little lamb,” Prescott whispered in my ear. “When they make you take them all at the same time.”
He gripped my hips and made me rock against him, fucking me whilst we watched them. And what a sight it was. The dark-haired man had the girl’s hair in his fist, pumping his cock down her throat and making her gag on it. I could hear the sounds of it through the speakers. The chestnut-haired one, who was fucking her pussy, was running his hands up her body, pinching her nipples whilst she rocked on his cock. The man with the auburn hair gave it to her from behind whilst he held onto her shoulders as leverage. I was riveted. There was a rawness to the way they fucked each other, to the passion between them.
I knew this was a show, and they’d been paid to act this out for us, but it didn’t stop it from feeling real. It was so fucking hot, I thought I might combust. My body was on fire with the scene in front of us. Prescott had understood what I needed. He’d surprised me with this. He wanted to show me what he saw. What he desired. Watching people fuck in the rawest and most animalistic way. No wonder this turned him on so much.
“Pres, please, I need more. Touch me.”
I don’t think I could have got through watching this scene without him there, his cock buried deep inside me. He pushed me forward slightly so he could unzip the back of my dress. I let it fall off my body, pooling at my waist. His fingers pulled down my bralette and cupped my breasts. I moaned when he pinched my nipples and pressed kisses to the side of my neck.
“Do you like it, my lamb? My gift to you.”
I moved my hips faster, needing more friction between us.
“Yes, fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
The dark-haired man pulled his cock from her mouth and rubbed her saliva around her lips. His dick was covered in it. Then he leant down, taking her chin between his fingers and spat directly in her mouth. I shuddered, feeling Prescott dig his teeth into my bare shoulder.
“Dirty girl,” the dark-haired man said. “Such a dirty little whore.”
“Yes,” the girl moaned. “I’m your dirty whore.”
She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking her saliva into it. The auburn-haired man bit down on her shoulder the way Prescott was doing to mine. She yelped, pushing herself back into his embrace. I didn’t know what to do with myself other than to watch them and let Prescott touch me. Let him drive me higher.
“Look at our slut, she’s so desperate,” the chestnut-haired man taunted. “You need dick, don’t you, slut?”
Prescott had to have told them to say those things. And he must have asked them to get someone with the same hair colour as me. I could picture myself there getting fucked by Drake, West and Francis whilst he watched us.
“This is what you like… watching them give it to me,” I said, arching my back as he pinched my nipple again.
“You take them so well, little lamb. Spread wide open by their cocks. It’s the best sight in the whole fucking world. I could watch you every day and it would never be enough. You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever beheld. The way you come apart for us is stunning. I don’t think you realise how much we desire you. How much we need your body wrapped around ours. You are our queen. The one we need to debase over and over again until you’re a panting mess.”
I moaned, wanting more. Needing him to fuck me harder. This position was great for watching, but not to be fucked in the way I needed.
The fact three of my men had such dirty mouths turned me on so damn much. Drake had been a little more vocal the last time we’d had sex. Admittedly, I enjoyed the times he said nothing. It made me want to wind him up, so he’d crack.
“I need you to fuck me harder,” I panted out, not caring how desperate I sounded.
I heard Prescott chuckle before I found myself pulled off him. He pushed me up to my feet. It was disorientating, but Prescott was behind me, pressing me forward until my knees hit the bench in front of the window. Then he made me kneel on it.
“Put your hands against the glass.”
I obeyed, knowing they couldn’t see me. They knew we were watching, but it made it hotter to know they weren’t able to see Prescott fucking me as they fucked each other. My dress was still pooled at my waist and my knickers halfway down my thighs. He didn’t bother removing them. He merely stood behind me and bent me forward slightly to give him a good angle. The moment he thrust inside me, I moaned and my breath misted the glass.
“Look at them, little lamb. Can you see their dicks pumping in and out of her?”