Page 105 of Made for Wilde

All that matters is Charlotte, masked, naked, and desperate.

“Tonight, you get your ultimate fantasy, baby,” I tell her. “You’re going to come with my cock in your ass while everyone watches. You’re going to show them how much you love being filled up, how much you crave it. Understand?”

She’s already shaking with anticipation. “Yes. I want it. I want everyone to see.”

I grab her by the jaw and force her to look at me.

“You’re mine, Charlotte. My dirty, perfect, pregnant girl. And I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. You want that?”

She moans, breathless. “I want it. Please, Koda.”

I carry her to the bed and lay her facedown across the sheets. My hands roam over her ass, spreading her wide. The plug is still buried in her, the jewel at the base sparkling under the lights. I twist it and make her gasp. She arches her back, hungry for more.

My cock is leaking so much that I feel like I’m about to lose it just from the sight of her.

“Look at them, baby,” I say, nodding toward the window. “They’re all here to watch you. To see how pretty you look when you come.”

She lifts her head and meets the hungry stares of the crowd.

The mask gives her courage. She moans louder and grinds back against my hand.

I finger her pussy first. She’s soaked, already dripping. I slide two fingers in and curl them, making her writhe. With my other hand, I twist the plug again, then pull it out slowly. Her ass clenches around the toy, the sight almost too much to handle.

“Ready for the real thing?” I ask, stroking her cheek.

“Yes,” she begs. “Please, Koda, I need you.”

I slick my cock with lube, fist wrapped tight around the shaft. The head is flushed, angry red, veins bulging. I press it against her asshole and spread her cheeks wide so everyone can see.

She shudders, her whole body trembling.

“Let me in, baby,” I command. “Let me fuck your ass while they all watch.”

Charlotte pushes back and takes the tip.

The tightness is insane. Hot, perfect, fucking addictive. I groan and fight for control.

“Jesus, Charlotte, you feel incredible. So tight. So fucking good.”

She cries out as I push deeper, her hands clutching the sheets.

“Oh my gosh, Koda. I’m so full. I love it. I love being your dirty girl.”

“That’s right, baby. Show them how much you love it. Show them how perfect you look, pregnant and fucked out, taking my cock in your ass.”

She moans louder, hips rocking. I fuck her slow and deep at first, letting her adjust, watching her body take every inch. The people on the other side of the glass are glued to the show. Some with their hands in their laps, others leaning forward, hungry for every detail.

“You look so beautiful, Charlotte. So fucking filthy and wonderful. You’re carrying my baby, and I can’t wait to fill youup again. Make you even more pregnant, keep you like this forever.”

“I want it, Koda. Want you to fill me up.” She’s babbling now, lost in sensation. “I want you to fuck me, use me, make me come in front of everyone.”

I reach under her and find her clit with my fingers.

The second I touch her, she explodes.

Her whole body tenses, ass clamping down around my cock, a scream tearing from her throat. I keep fucking her through it, pounding harder, chasing my own release.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I grunt, thrusting deep. “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”