“You’re wet.”
Her only answer was her slight smile.
I drove two fingers into her tight channel, marveling in the way her muscles clamped around them.
If she only knew what she was doing to me, she’d likely use it against me. Her method of punishment. Continued blue balls. That would never happen as I wouldn’t allow it.
Another moment of Neanderthal thinking. Take everything I wanted without question and without excuse.
And certainly without remorse.
A motto I lived by, but not in the bedroom.
Until now.
I took a deep breath, holding the heated air in my lungs as I cracked the belt across her upper thighs. She moaned slightly, holding her head high. Her cheeks were flushed, her jaw slightly clenched, but both reactions simply made her even more beautiful.
Nearing the end of my patience, I finally exhaled while providing two additional brutal strikes. Tossing the belt aside brought a full smile to her face.
She smacked one hand against the glass and I’ll be damned if she didn’t wrap the other hand around her dress, yanking it up while she licked her lips again.
Such a little tease.
Another moment of trying to assert control. She should know better by now. I was having none of it.
With a stark laugh, I unfastened my trousers, yanking my cock free of my boxers. Right now wasn’t about anything but rough, hot, and crazed fulfillment.
When my cock was free, I gripped her hip with one hand, guiding the tip of my cock against her sweet pussy. No hesitation. No additional foreplay. I thrust the entire length inside.
Vanessa slammed her other hand against the glass, rattling it. She gasped, immediately biting it back while darting her eyes from one fastener to another.
“Oops.” The single syllable was said with no guilt.
I ground into her, fully seating myself, enjoying the way her pussy muscles were drawing me even deeper inside. I didn’t move, didn’t say a word. I simply savored the moment.
When she finally shifted against me, I slipped one hand under her dress, cupping and squeezing her breast while I dug the fingers of my other into the soft flesh of her hip.
Pulling out, I laughed softly, teasing her relentlessly.
She drove her hips backward, puckering her lips and blowing me a kiss.
The steam continued to build.
Another noise from outside.
A knock.
A hard pound.
Then a voice.
“Is everything okay in there?” Male. Dominant. Angry.
As if I cared.
“Just fine. I’ll be right out,” Vanessa told him as if nothing was happening in the tiny space.
“Oh. Okay. As long as everything is alright in there.”
