“Danny,” I groan. “Put your mouth on me, please, put it on me.”

He chuckles, and then he slides his mouth over my clit and sucks it into his mouth, hard. I scream, yep, scream. I am still watching the couple, and the girl looks how I imagine I look right now. Her head is thrown back, her chest heaving with lust, her nipples hard and protruding. Her body is shaking with desperate need and want. I come hard, so fast it’s really shameful, but I can’t stop it. I can’t even try and stop it. I’m so wound up, I’m so desperate to see more and feel more. I don’t want to even think about the guilt of the situation right now, I just want to feel, and fuck, do I feel.

Spike bites my clit again, and he pulls the last of my orgasm from my body. Then he wrenches his mouth away, and slowly gets to his feet.

When he’s up, he spins me around, making me face the glass again. My legs wobble, and I reach out and steady myself. Spike leans in close, whispering into my ear, “Spread your legs, now. Hands above your head.”

I do as he asks; I spread my legs, and slowly put my hands up above my head. I hear Spike’s zipper go, and then I hear him removing his spikes. Jesus, that must get old. He tosses his jacket aside, and I see it land on the large bed in the corner of the room. He shuffles a little more, and then he’s behind me, his chest pressing against my back. He moves my hair to one shoulder, and leans down, sliding his tongue up the other until he reaches my ear. “You ready, baby? I’m gonna fuck you so hard, so slow, so deep, you’re not going to know which one you want the most. You don’t turn your face away from that couple. If you do, I’ll spank you. I want dirty talk, I want you tellin’ me how fuckin’ good it feels, how fuckin’ wet you are as I fuck you. Got me?”

“Y-y-yes,” I whimper.

“Eyes on them, baby. Tell me what you see right now.”

He presses his cock to my pussy, and I struggle to keep my eyes on the couple. I want to close them and groan loudly, but I don’t. I stare at the couple moving in front of me, and my body tightens. The man is now behind the woman, kind of like Spike is with me. Except he’s got her against a wall, her face smashed against it, and he’s got her legs up and over his arms. It’s an extremely odd position, but it’s also extremely hot. I groan as the man begins sliding his cock in and out of her. That’s when Spike drives into me. With one, deep thrust he buries his cock inside me. I cry out, and slap the glass. He growls, and brings his hand around to my front, finding my clit and flicking it.

“Tell me, Tom Cat,” he growls into my ear. “What are they doing?”

I know he can see what they’re doing, but the fact that he wants me to repeat it makes my body go wild.

“He’s...he’s fucking her.”

“More,” he orders.

“He’s got her against the wall, oh god,” I whimper as Spike tilts his hips, hitting that sweet spot.

“Keep going baby, don’t come yet, or I’ll pull out.”

“He, oh god, he’s got her legs in his grip, and he’s fucking her from behind.”

“Is he fucking her pussy?” Spike growls into her ear.

“Y-y-yes.”

“More, Tom Cat.”

“He’s spanking her, oh...god...oh...more, Spike, please more.”

“Tell me more,” he hisses. “More, baby.”

“His dick is so wet,” I pant, zoning my eyes on his cock sliding in and out of the woman’s pussy. “God, he’s so big. She’s wet, I can see her arousal.”

“Tell me about my cock now, baby,” he rasps.

“Your cock is bigger, thicker, harder. Oh god, your cock is perfect.”

“Yeah...”

He’s fucking me harder now, his hips slamming into my ass. My body is alive, and I’m trying so hard to hold my orgasm back. He’s flicking my clit, and fuck, I’m so close. When the man in the other room pulls out of the woman and he comes all over her back, I close my eyes and drop my head, screaming as an orgasm rips through me. Spike slaps my ass so hard; the pain rushes through my body, adding to the orgasm.

“Look at them,” he orders, his voice strained, husky, and full of lust.

I raise my head, even though I’m still shaking violently. Spike slaps my ass again, and I find myself begging and rasping, “More.”

He does it again and again, and his cock drives in and out, hard.

“Spike, come on me like that,” I beg. “God, come on me like that.”

I’m watching the man pumping his cock with his fist now, draining the last of his orgasm from it. The woman has his release all over her back, sliding down between her ass cheeks. Spike hisses behind me, and then suddenly he’s pulling out. I feel the first spurt of his come on my back, up near my shoulders. I groan as I feel the second and third, hitting me lower and lower each time. Combined with his deep, throaty growls and my own orgasm still being wrung from me, the moment is incredibly erotic. When Spike stops coming, and I stop shuddering, he spins me around and tangles his fingers in my hair. His cock is still hard, and throbbing. My eyes widen.

“You’re still so hard.”

He laughs hoarsely. “Baby, I will fuck you at least four more times before it goes soft.”

What? Oh. My. God.

“Why?”

He reaches down and wraps his fingers around his cock. “Because I fuckin’ love it, that’s why.”