“Prime, what are you—oh GOD.”
My mouth found her center, tongue sliding through her folds, tasting the wetness that was already there. She bucked against me, trying to stay quiet, trying to keep her grip on that railing while I devoured her from behind.
I ate her like I was starving. Like she was the only thing keeping me alive. Licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue until her thighs were shaking and she was biting her lip so hard I was surprised she didn’t draw blood.
“Prime… please… I need…”
“Need what?” I pulled back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
“You. Inside me. Please.”
I stood, unbuckling my belt, freeing myself from the confines of my pants. She was bent over that railing, ass in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable and trusting me with everything she had.
I lined myself up and pushed in with one deep stroke.
She cried out—quickly muffled by her own hand—and I gave her a second to adjust before I started moving. Slow at first. Deliberate. Making her feel every inch.
“Look down,” I growled in her ear. “See all those people? They have no idea what’s happening up here. No idea that you’re bent over this balcony taking this dick like the good girl you are.”
“Oh God…”
“They’re down there drinking champagne and making small talk, and you’re up here getting fucked so good you can barely stand.”
I picked up the pace, my hips snapping against her ass, the sound of our bodies colliding obscene in the quiet night air. She was gripping that railing like her life depended on it, pushing back to meet every thrust, her moans getting harder and harder to contain.
“Quiet,” I reminded her, one hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Unless you want them to hear.”
She whimpered against my palm, and something about that—her complete surrender, her trust, the way she let me control everything—made me lose what was left of my restraint.
I fucked her harder. Deeper. Chasing that release that was building at the base of my spine.
Her hand left the railing, disappearing between her legs. I felt her fingers brushing against where we were connected, felt her inner walls start to flutter around me.
“That’s it. Good girl. Come for me.”
She shattered with a muffled scream, her whole body convulsing, clenching around me so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from following her over the edge.
But I wasn’t done yet.
I pulled out—ignoring her whine of protest—and turned her around to face me. Her eyes were glazed, her chest heaving, that carefully styled hair starting to come undone.
“On your knees.”
She sank down immediately, looking up at me with those brown eyes that owned me completely.
“Open your mouth.”
She did, and I slid between her lips, groaning at the wet heat of her mouth. Her hands came up to grip my thighs, steadying herself as I guided her head, fucking her mouth the way I’d just fucked her pussy.
“Look at you,” I breathed. “On your knees on this balcony, anyone could look up and see you with my dick in your mouth. You like that, don’t you? Like being my dirty little secret?”
She moaned around me, the vibration almost sending me over the edge.
The city stretched out behind her. All those lights. All those people. And here was my goddess, on her knees, worshipping me the way I worshipped her.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned. “You gonna swallow it all for me?”
She nodded without pulling back, her eyes locked on mine, and that was it—I was done.
