The sun is a molten coin behind the mountains when Ledger backs me against the glass railing. His mouth is on my neck, teeth scraping, tongue hot and wet. One rough tug and my shirt is up to my collarbone, bra shoved under my breasts. Cool wind licks my nipples into aching points. I arch hard, a broken moan ripping out of me loud enough for all of New York to hear.
“Let the whole city watch me claim my wife,” he growls, voice gravel and smoke. He rips my shorts and panties down in one violent yank. The fabric flutters over the edge and disappears thirty floors down.
I gasp at the sudden air on my slick skin. Before I can breathe, he lifts me onto the wide marble rail. My thighs spread wide, heels hooked on the lower bar, pussy open to the entire skyline.
His hand cups me, two fingers sliding through my wetness, then three plunge deep without warning. I scream, head snapping back, eyes rolling as he curls those fingers hard against that spot that whites out my brain.
His thumb grinds my clit in ruthless circles, wrist snapping, knuckles slick with me. The railing is cold under my ass, wind whipping my hair, distant music pulsing like a second heartbeat.
“Fuck, Ledger!” My voice cracks, echoing off glass towers. I claw his shoulders, hips bucking, chasing the brutal rhythm. He pumps faster, forearm flexing, fingers scissoring wide, stretching me open. Pleasure coils vicious and bright behind my eyes.
“Come for me, princess,” he snarls, teeth on my earlobe. “Let everyone hear who you belong to.”
I shatter. A gush of wet heat arcs over the marble, splattering his wrist, dripping down the railing into the void. My thighs quake, vision sparking white, every muscle locked around his hand as I scream his name into the twilight.
He yanks his fingers free, and my pussy clenches around nothing, still pulsing from the orgasm. In one motion, he frees his cock and lifts me off the rail.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, ankles locking behind his back. The marble bites my spine as he pins me to the glass. One brutal thrust and he’s buried to the hilt, stretching me so wide my breath stalls.
The railing vibrates with every slam of his hips. I claw his shoulders, nails carving red lines down inked skin. Each stroke drags a filthy sound from my throat, raw and broken, loud enough for the helicopters overhead to hear. He spanks my ass hard, the crack echoing off the towers. “Louder, princess. Let them know who owns this cunt.”
I scream his name again, the word shredded by wind and pleasure. My tits bounce against his chest, nipples scraping thecotton of his shirt. He carries me without breaking rhythm, cock pulsing inside me, and drops us onto the outdoor couch.
Leather sticks to my sweat-slick thighs as he lays me down, never pulling out. City lights strobe over our joined bodies, painting us in electric blues and golds.
He starts slow, deep rolls that grind his pelvic bone against my swollen clit. I arch, greedy, begging, “Ruin me, husband.” He flips me to my hands and knees, one hand fisting my hair, the other cracking across my ass until the skin burns bright.
Then he pounds, relentless, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit with every thrust. The couch scoots an inch across the deck. His fingers shove into my mouth and I suck them clean, tasting myself, moaning around the intrusion.
“Tight little wife,” he growls, voice ragged. “Made for my cock.”
I push back, meeting every slam, pussy fluttering, dripping down my thighs. The stars spin overhead, the city a glittering blur below, and all I feel is him, thick and unforgiving, wrecking me exactly how I begged.
He drags me back to the railing like I weigh nothing, spins me, and bends me over the cold marble. My tits crush against the glass, nipples screaming from the chill. One hand collars my throat, the other dives between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit in vicious circles. He slams home again, cock splitting me open, balls slapping wet skin.
New York blurs through tears of pleasure. I can see the busy streets below, tiny yellow cabs stuck in traffic, and every light feels like it’s watching me get fucked senseless thirty floors up.
Another hard slap on my ass and I come undone, squirting so hard it splashes the marble and drips over the edge into the night. My scream ricochets off the towers, raw and wrecked.
He hauls me upright, spins me, lifts me against the glass. My legs hook over his shoulders, ankles by his ears, pussy spread wide to the sky. He drives up into me, brutal, perfect, the angle so deep I feel him in my throat. His thumb finds my clit again, merciless.
“Look at me,” he snarls.
I force my eyes open. City lights explode behind him like fireworks.
He roars, hips stuttering, and floods me, thick, endless pulses painting my walls white. The heat triggers another orgasm; I milk him dry, walls fluttering, cum and slick running down my thighs in sticky rivers. My final scream is his name, shredded and reverent, swallowed by the wind.
He lowers me gently, legs shaking, and collapses onto the couch. A cashmere blanket appears from nowhere, and he wraps us tight, my back to his chest, his cock still half-hard behind me, pressed against my ass.
“Best view in the city,” he whispers against my ear, voice hoarse, “is you wrecked on my cock.”
I laugh, breathless, and lace our fingers over my stomach where his release is already taking root. “Best honeymoon ever,” I murmur against his chest.
15
SAVANNAH
I wakeup with my stomach churning.
