She steps her feet farther apart, granting me access, and the sight of her—bent over, heels still on—is enough to unravel me. Leaning in, I kiss along her spine, my free hand gripping her hip as I slide the lace aside, baring her completely. I run my fingers through her slit, groaning when I feel how ready she is for me.
“Sopping wet, aren’t you?”
“Just touch me, Max,” she says, her voice husky.
I oblige, teasing her with my fingers, circling them slowly over her clit, just enough to make her shift but not enough to satisfy.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “So ready, so fucking desperate.”
Her answer is a soft whimper, her hips rocking back and forth, chasing my touch. I give in, slipping two fingers inside her, slow and knuckle deep, while my other hand grips her waist to hold her steady.
She clenches around me, and I groan against her back, already imagining how it will feel when I finally sink my cock into her.
My thumb finds her clit and I start moving my fingers in tandem, dropping kisses against her naked back as she fucks my hand. Her body arches into every touch, greedy for more.
“More, Max,” she demands.
“What do you need?” I ask, wanting to hear her say it.
“Another finger.”
I slip a third finger in, curling it to hit that perfect spot inside her and relish the way she rocks over my hand before nearly bouncing up and down, chasing her release.
I can’t hold back anymore. The sight of her standing at the window, legs spread, tits out for any onlookers to see, almost has me exploding in my briefs. The thought of being watched, of someone witnessing her pleasure, seeing what I’m doing to her, sends a surge of possessive fire through me.
I drop to my knees between her legs, burying my face in her drenched heat. Her head drops forward, and she releases a soft cry that goes straight to my cock.
“Are you going to come on my fingers and tongue for everyone to see, Gemma?” I growl against her, the vibration making her shudder.
“Oh God, yes. Don’t stop,” she whimpers, maintaining her hands on the glass.
I indulge, lapping at her slit, drinking up her arousal like a starved man. She tastes better than any whisky I’ve had—richer, more complex and intoxicating. Her sweet scent and musky flavor coat my tongue, and I’m done for. This is all I want to taste. Forever.
I continue to stroke and pump and lick when—
“Ah! I’m going to—Max, I’m going—”
I don’t let up as her inner walls squeeze my fingers. She saturates my hand as she comes apart so magnificently. She cries and moans, and I lap up every drop of her release until her legs begin to tremble.
I release her and stand, but she doesn’t move.
Good girl.
“You did so well for me,” I say, smoothing a hand over her arse cheek. “Do you want more?”
She peers over her shoulder, hair tousled, skin flushed, eyes glossy as she bites her lower lip, nodding. I reel back and deliver a sharp spank. Her porcelain skin blooms the most beautiful pink under my palm. I continue, alternating between firm slaps and gentle caresses, running my fingers between her cheeks and down to her core, where she’s impossibly wet. I stroke her swollen clit, feeling her quiver before withdrawing to land another strike against her reddening skin.
By the time I’ve reached five spanks, she’s whimpering and moaning, crying out beautifully. I’m in awe of her beauty—how she welcomes each strike fervently. How she’s submitting to me. It’s like she was made specifically for me, crafted to fit every dark desire I’ve ever had. I need to feel her—bare. No barriers. Nothing between us.
“Do you want my cock?” I ask her, my voice low.
“So badly,” she says.
“Then come and get it,” I tease.
She spins on her heels, her confidence taking over as she plants her palm firmly against my bare chest. Her shoesclick against the wooden floor as she walks me back toward my sofa, each step slow and purposeful, her lips curved into a wry smirk. I watch, enraptured as her hips sway with each step. I drop into the cushions, legs spread wide, as she settles between my thighs. The power between us shifts immediately. She holds all the cards now. I’m completely at her mercy.
On her knees, she reaches for the elastic of my briefs, and I lift myself to help her peel them off, my aching cock springing free and standing proud.
