“He is still watching,” Jax rasped, voice dark with lust. “Look at him. He can’t look away from how perfect you are. How fucking mine you are.”

I peeked despite myself. The man was still there, hand twitching like he wanted to adjust himself. His dog tugged at the leash, but he stayed rooted, eyes glued to us. The realization that we were putting on this live show sent me spiraling.

“Jax...I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, horrified and impossibly turned on.

“Cum for him, baby. Show him what my cock does to you.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train—hard, shattering, my pussy spasming violently around his thick length...