Surrender to Temptation Part IV: Tempted to Entice Read Online Free

urging the man to his feet, I realized what it was.
    “Are they a real couple?” The sureness in the caresses that were being played out in front of us, the familiarity between them, spoke of years of togetherness. Still, I was shocked at the idea of two people, whose wedding rings were visible now that I looked for them, choosing to pleasure one another in a venue that was designed for others to watch.
    Zach looked down at me, and though I could see the same arousal that I felt on his features, he gave me his full attention.
    “Most of the people who perform here are.” Reaching out, he ran his thumb over the swell of my lower lip. Aroused beyond belief, I caught it in my teeth, then soothed the nip with a swipe of my tongue.
    He growled before pulling his hand away.
    “Why would someone want to do that?” A thought hit me, and I grabbed at Zach’s leg with tense fingers. “When you said you wanted to show me a part of your life . . . is this what you meant? You want to be on that stage?”
    My stomach dropped. Watching the scene before me, where the woman now wrapped full, pink lips around her husband’s erect cock, was surprisingly yet incredibly arousing.
    But the idea of standing on that stage getting fucked, even if it was Zach doing the fucking, left me cold.
    Zach scowled at my question. Leaning forward, he placed a hand on my knee, the heat of his palm warming skin that was bared beneath the hem of my skirt.
    “Nobody gets to see you come but me.” With one swift movement he slid his hand higher, finding and toying with the elastic of my panties. I squirmed with excitement, all the while trying to maintain an expression of nonchalance, though clearly no one in this environment would care.
    Zach slid his finger beneath the cloth of my underwear. My body bowed as he found the entrance to my pussy and slid one finger into the wet, waiting heat. Anyone around us who chose to look into our balcony would know exactly what we were up to from the expression on my face, even though the half walls provided a modicum of privacy.
    No, I didn’t want to be on that stage, but having Zach’s hand between my legs in public held a definite thrill.
    “Nobody gets to experience any part of this cunt but me,” Zach continued, his words hot and stern. I nodded my agreement and pressed my weight down on his finger. He chuckled and withdrew all but the very tip, and I groaned with frustration.
    “Watch the show, Devon.” I tried to keep still, but it was next to impossible, with the intrusion between my lower lips.
    On the stage, the woman began to move faster, sucking her husband’s cock with enthusiasm. Zach began to move his finger in time with the thrusts, fucking my pussy with his hand as the woman fucked her husband’s cock with her mouth.
    I could feel myself growing wetter with every glide of Zach’s finger inside of me. I moaned and shifted restlessly; it wasn’t enough, I wanted more.
    The man on stage shouted and thrust once, hard, into his wife’s mouth. Semen dribbled out from between her lips as he came down her throat. I watched, mesmerized, and at the same time Zach withdrew his finger from my heat and pinched my clit once, hard.
    He pulled me toward him and swallowed my cry with his kiss as I shuddered into his palm.
    “Zach.” My voice was thready and weak, my attention completely focused on him. “I want to go. I want to go someplace and be with you.”
    His expression darkened at my words. Bravely, I reached forward and cupped his groin in my palm. He was hard, and I squeezed gently, hoping to urge him to agree with me.
    “One more.” Lifting the hand that had been between my legs to his lips, he licked the finger that had ridden inside of me as I watched openmouthed.
    “Later, I’m going to spread you open and have as much of you as I want.” I swallowed a whimper at the heat that snaked through me, brought on by the mental image of Zach’s tousled head between my thighs. “But I want