Her reflection’s already starting to come apart, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“Goddamn,” I mutter, brushing slow circles over her clit that make her hips buck. “You’re soaking my fingers already, dollface. Barely laid a hand on you and you’re this fucking wet? What’s gonna happen when I finally give you my cock?”
She tries to look down, but I catch her chin in my free hand, tilting her head back toward the mirror. “Dollface, eyes stay up. I want you to watch the exact moment I make you lose it.”
I slide one finger inside her, curling it slowly, my thumb still rubbing tight circles against her clit. Her thighs clamp together, trembling, but I shove my knee between them and force her open wider. “Yeah, that’s it,” I groan, pumping my finger in deeper, curling until her walls grip me like a fucking vise. “So tight—fuck—you’re choking my finger, dollface. Can’t wait to feel this cunt stretch around my cock.”
Her breath stutters, head tipping back, and I add another finger, pushing past the wet heat while my thumb never lets up. Slick gushes down my hand, coating me, and I mutter against her ear, “Dripping all over me, baby. You’re gonna make a mess before I even get inside you.”
Her nails curl against the glass, her breath fogging it in little bursts.
“Mm, that’s the view I like,” I say, my free hand gripping her thigh. “My girl falling apart in my hands, right where I can see every fucking second of it.”
I keep it steady, dragging it out, letting her feel every rollof my palm, every curl of my fingers. I want her to get desperate.
“You want more?” I ask, still meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Then say it.”
She glares at me, but in a small whisper, she stutters.
“Y-Yes.”
I grin against her hair. “Yes, what, baby?”
“More, I want more.”
Her hips are rocking against my hand now, not even being subtle about it.
“Look at you,” I say in awe, my grin crooked. “Could wake up to this every damn day and never get tired of it.”
Her eyes flick to mine, a warning in them, but I chuckle. “Don’t give me that face. You’re the one pressing back on me like you’re trying to prove a point.”
I push my fingers deeper, curling them slowly, as my palm is drags over her clit in the same motion. Her knees wobble, and I tighten my grip around her hip, steadying her.
“That’s it, stay right there,” I tell her, the command smooth but firm. “Don’t move unless it’s because I’m making you.”
She lets out a whimper that makes me bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning.
“You know what I love?” I ask, leaning close so my breath brushes the shell of her ear. “I love that you act like you hate how much you want it… and then two minutes later you’re dripping all over my hand.”
She rolls her eyes at me in the mirror, and I laugh, because I know I’m right. “Uh-huh, keep pretending.”
I speed up the circles of my thumb, watching her thighs start to tremble. “Fuck, that’s pretty. Look at that, your lips are all red, your cheeks flushed. Don’t even need to touch myself, doll face, watching you’s enough to ruin me.”
My hand moves to her chin, tipping her head back a little, making sure she’s locked on our reflection. “That’s my girl. Keep those eyes on us. I want you to see how fucking good you look when you’re coming apart.”
I thrust my fingers harder, curling them just right, my thumb circling her clit until her legs start to shake. Her reflection stares back at us—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes glazed with heat—and it makes my cock twitch painfully in my shorts. “Damn, baby, look at you,” I groan, dragging my teeth along her neck. “My perfect little wife, dripping down my hand, taking it so well. You’re about to come all over my fingers, and I want you to watch every second of it.”
Her breath catches, body arching, and I pin her tighter against me, whispering filth against her ear. “That’s it, ride my hand, dollface. Show me how messy you get for me. Then I’m bending you over and making you watch while I fuck this tight cunt until you scream.”
I sink down behind her, the gym floor cool against my knees, the mirror catching every filthy angle. Her breath hitches when my hands slide up the backs of her thighs, pushing her shorts down just enough to bare what’s mine.
“Fuck, baby,” I say, running my palms over the curve of her ass. “You have any idea how good this view is? Might never let you leave this spot.”
She shifts like she’s going to turn, but I plant a hand on her lower back, keeping her facing the mirror. “Keep looking. I want you to see me eat your pussy.”
Her breath fogs the glass as I lean in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another higher, then another until I’m right where she’s throbbing for me. I drag my tongue along her slit, and she lets out a strangled moan that sends heat rushing straight to my cock.
“Maverick…” she cries out, pushing her hips back.
