“Fuck, your pussy was made for my cock.”
“Don’t stop.”
He fucks me deeper. Faster. Harder.
I close my eyes, relishing what this man is doing to my body.
Phoenix slides a hand down my stomach.
“Come all over my cock,” he says in myear. “Come hard for me, kitten.”
He glides two fingers between my lips, flicking my clit. With every stroke, he chisels away the remainder of my resolve. One more flick and he obliterates the barrier between the waiting climax andme.
A familiar buildup curls inside my tummy, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
With one last hard thrust, Phoenix hits that spot inside me that sends me off like a rocket. A burst of bright light explodes behind my closed eyelids. It takes me a second to register the voice crying out is my own.
My body is engulfed in overwhelming sensations as I ride this sublime orgasmic wave.
“Oh, Phoenix,” I say over and over again as my release gushes out of me.
“Fuck, yeah, kitten, give it to me.” He doesn’t stop fucking me. On the contrary. My climax seems to trigger his, and he fucks me harder.
I come, and I come, and I come, sobbing incoherent prayers.
The embarrassment is long gone now. Phoenix doesn’t mind if I make a mess. Why should I?
“Oh, kitten. Fuck—” His body stills and his hands tighten around my waist. A feral grunt escapes him as his cock pulses withrelease, shooting his load deep inside my pussy.
With the last ounce of strength I possess, I clench my muscles hard, milking every drop of his warm cum, sating my every desire.
We pant heavy, unable to speak.
Seconds tick away.
I struggle to regulate my breathing. “I guess we were someone’s live porn stream tonight.”
“No one saw us,” he says against my earlobe.
“You’re saying that so I don’t freak out at the thought I just became an exhibitionist.”
“I’m saying that because the windows are tinted.”
What?“Tinted?”
“All the penthouse suites on the top floor have tinted windows from the outside. People across the street can’t see inside.”
I turn my head, meeting his eyes. “You tricked me?” I’m not sure if I should be outraged or relieved.
“Stop kidding yourself, kitten,” he says. “You enjoyed letting the bad girl come out to play. And trust me, I loved playing with her.”
“That may be so, but a heads up would’ve been appreciated.”
“A heads up would’ve prevented you from coming that hard. And that’s unacceptable to me,” he says. “As your husband and your lover, my job is to push you off the damn cliff every single time I fuck you.”
Well, I can’t argue with that logic.
We remain wrapped up like this for a while, neither of us in a rush to break the connection.
