I take one step toward him and press my chest against his back, my hands going around his torso. I slide the palm of my hands down his chest, going over the curves of his abs, and then I grab his belt. Unbuckling it slowly, I then take it out of its loop in one quick movement. Grabbing his zipper, I pull down his fly and peer over Sloane’s shoulder at the women in the first row. Their eyes are wide and anxious, and their mouths are hanging open as they notice the baseball bat hiding under Sloane’s boxer briefs.
Nibbling at his neck, I send his pants down his legs and he does the rest, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants and boxers. Finally, he turns on his heels to face me, and his hands go back to my waist.
“Nervous?” he asks me, lust flaring up behind his eyes.
“Not enough to stop,” I admit, shivering as I feel the tip of his fingers going over my spine. He grabs the clasp of my bra and unhooks it; pushing the straps down my arms, I sigh heavily as my hard nipples meet the cool air in the room.
Leaning into me, Sloane brushes his lips softly against mine and I surrender to his kiss. His hands are on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me into him; our bodies are pressed tight, and I feel his cock straining against boxers and pulsing against my inner thigh. I’m of half a mind to simply yank his boxers out, push him to the floor and jump on him right now. But we’re putting on a show; I have to be patient.
I hear a rattling metallic sound, and I pull back from Sloane just in time to see two long chains descending from the ceiling. They’re a few feet apart, and from their ends dangle a pair of handcuffs.
Ready to submit entirely, I spread my arms to the side. Smiling, Sloane grabs the handcuffs and closes them around my wrists with a click. I move my arms, testing the hold of the chains, and I bite on my lower lip as I realize that I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Which is exactly what I want.
Tugging on a rope a few feet apart from the chains, Sloane makes the chains go lower and I go down to my knees, my arms raised over my head now.
“TAKE IT OFF!” a woman screams from the crowd, and dozens of similar shouts erupt everywhere across the room. Chuckling to himself, Sloane turns to face the crowd once more, and walks close to the edge of the stage.
“YOU WANT ME NAKED?” he asks the crowd, his deep voice making my insides tingle. He hooks his thumbs on the sides of his boxer briefs and every single woman in the place goes mad, a chant of take it off, take it off! booming over the music. And that’s exactly what he does; with one single movement, he sends his boxers flying down his legs, his cock springing free like a steel rod.
Now they really go crazy. A few bouncers gather right in front of the stage, stopping the craziest one from making a run toward Sloane. Still on my knees, I hold my breath as he turns to me, his hard cock throbbing.
He walks up to me and, looking into my eyes, places both his hands on top of my head. I close my eyes and open my mouth, ready to have him in me; one second after that I feel the tip of his cock brushing over my lips, and so I just open my mouth even wider and gobble it all up.
I push my mouth down his shaft as fast as I can, his long inches rolling over my tongue until his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Tangling his fingers in my hair, Sloane holds me in place and starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. He starts gently, but it doesn’t take him long to build a rhythm.
The music and the noises from the crowd fade away, and all that exists in my universe right now is Sloane’s naked body, his thick cock fucking my mouth. He does it fast and hard, the wet sound of my lips and tongue sliding over his cock driving me completely mad. For a second I almost wish for him to go all the way, to fuck my mouth until he explodes and gush a river of cum inside of me.
Lucky for me, Sloane knows we have to take it slow; we’ve just started. I open my eyes as he slides his cock out of my mouth, and I grin as he reaches for the rope next to him, tugging on it and making the chains that hold me slowly go up. I go from my knees to my feet and, the moment I’m standing in front of Sloane, he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and pulls, ripping it off my body.
I gasp as I feel the fabric sliding out of my skin, but that’s all I have the time to do; he crushes his mouth against mine and slides his tongue past my lips, kissing me in complete abandonment as he cups both my ass cheeks.
My body reacting as if it has a will of its own, I use the chains for support and lift my legs up from the floor, lacing them around his waist and pulling him to me. I feel his shaft brushing against my wetness, and a maddening warmness starts spreading under my skin, blanketing my brain with a legion of lustful thoughts.
“Fuck me. Use me,” I tell him, looking into his eyes desperately. I need to feel his cock inside of my pussy, and I need to feel it now.
“Gladly,” he whispers, grabbing his cock with one hand while he grabs me by the ass with the other. He guides his member right where I need it to be but, instead of thrusting, he simply starts brushing its tip up and down the length of my pussy.
“Please… I need it now,” I pant, trying to move my body so that I force him into me. He doesn’t make me wait much longer; burying his fingers into one ass cheek, he thrusts with his hips and his cock slides inside of me in a fraction of a second.
I moan as I feel his warm thickness straining against my inner walls on the way, and my body grows weak as I surrender to pleasure. If I weren’t hanging from the chains, I’d just become limp and fall onto the floor.
As it is, Sloane places both his hands on my ass and starts pistoning into me, this time not even bothering with building up his pace. He goes hard right from the start, ravaging my pussy with all his strength. He’s putting all his weight behind his thrusts, and each time his cock goes all the way in it feels like I’m being pounded with a jackhammer.
“Harder… Please, harder…” I moan, needing to push him to his limits. I just don’t know if I can take it but, hell, I’m willing to risk it.
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“So… fucking… tight,” he whispers between thrusts, fucking me so hard that beads of sweat are already forming on his forehead, his skin glistening under the bright lights of the stage.
“Ah, ah… So… So good!” I cry out, my body swinging back and forth from the chains as he completely demolishes my pussy. I feel my insides tightening up around his shaft and, knowing that I’m about to come, I throw my head back and grit my teeth, preparing both my mind and body for the tidal wave of pleasure about to crash against me.
“Oh, fuck… OH FUCK!” I shout, pleasure flooding my muscles like a tsunami. I scream until my throat feels raw, my body burning from the inside out as my heart beats so fast it might just burst.
At the same time, a slight spasm goes over Sloane’s cock and I realize that he’s close. He went so hard that he fucked me right up to the point of no return. Thankfully, Sloane is unlike any other man; he just stops thrusting and takes a deep breath, willing himself to stop. His cock becomes as hard as concrete inside of me, pulsing so hard that each time it does its ripples of pleasure spread from my pussy to my brain.
“That was fucking close,” he tells me with a grin, slowly taking his cock out of me. I take my legs out from his waist and let my feet touch the floor once more.
“Don’t give up on me,” I say, “because we’re just starting.”