When the elevator opens and we finally reach the penthouse door, Tillie’s gaze meets mine, and she smiles. Her eyes shine with a hint of mischief, and it lights a fire in me. She trails a hand down my chest and firmly grabs my cock, making me groan. It’s like my hips have a mind of their own as they rock forward.
“What do we have here? Is someone a little worked up?”
God, her sass. It makes me want to do unspeakable things to that mouth.
Before I can reply, she drops her hand and turns to walk away, swaying her hips as she goes. I’m momentarily stunned into a trance, watching the bounce and sway of each curve. My focus is redirected when she lifts her blouse over her head, then quickly makes work of her bra, dangling it at her side while she walks, and it’s like she’s waving a red flag at a raging bull.
My steps are hurried, but she’s already unzipping her skirt when I reach her. Instead of grabbing her by the hips like I want, I follow at a controlled distance, waiting for the fabric to drop and reveal her luscious ass. She turns and looks over her shoulder, though instead of her gaze meeting mine, her focus is on my crotch. Then as the piece of fabric slips over her ass, she arches, sticking her ass out. A growl reverberates in my chest as I reach out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back so I can grind against her.
“Someone is a little impatient,” she says, like she’s the least bit affected, but I don’t miss the way her tone turns breathy.
“If you keep this up, I’m gonna fuck that sass right out of you, starting with that mouth of yours,” I warn, my cock throbbing at the idea.
“You make it sound like a bad thing.”
“Unless you want me to fuck you right here, where anyone could come in and see us, I suggest you get this ass moving,” Isay, releasing my hold on her with a groan. When she gives her hips a teasing wiggle, I slap her ass and smirk. She squeaks and steps out of her skirt, quickly walking to our room.
The view of her retreat is too good to pass up, so as much as I want to be buried deep inside her, I slow my steps, removing my clothes as I go. I let them fall to the floor, not bothering to pick them up because doing so would waste the view.
She slips from my view, entering our room, and I take the moment to finish stepping out of my jeans and boots. Apparently, I’ve taken too long because when I walk in, Tillie is standing naked, leaning against the tall windows, rubbing her fingers over her clit. My breath catches at the sight of her sexy as fuck body, my eyes drinking her in. That’s when I notice she has left her heels on, and I smirk. “Now who is the impatient one?” I tease, stroking my cock as I cross the distance between us.
“Mm…” is the only reply I get, her eyes meeting mine.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warn, tugging her hand away. “If you’re going to come, it’s gonna be me who gives it.” I grip her by the waist and quickly spin her, pressing her against the chilled glass. I pin her with my body, relishing in the gasp that leaves her lips and the shudder that overtakes her body. I don’t know if it’s from the contrast in temperature or from my nearness, and I don’t care. When I’m done with her, it won’t matter.
Pinning her wrists high above her head with one hand, I trail the back of my other hand down the side of her body before gripping her ass in a possessive hold. I hold her in place, loving the fact that with her heels on, she’s just the right height to fuck her against this glass. We might be high up, but it wouldn’t be impossible for someone to see us.
“P-please, Ryan. Touch me,” she begs, and my cock grows impossibly harder. Tillie pushes back against me, seeking the friction she’s desperate for. Part of me wants to step back, staying just out of reach, but the truth is, I’m just as desperatefor her. The other part has me hesitating, wanting to hear her beg. When I don’t respond, she turns her head, resting her cheek on the glass as she pants out, “Fuck me, already. Put me out of my misery.”
Who am I to deny her?
Besides, I don’t think I could drag this out any longer, regardless of the way the sound of her begging for me makes me want to make her do it again and again.
Her warm breath fogs the glass, and I know her hard nipples are sliding against the smooth surface with each sharp inhale and heavy exhale. That’s the only disadvantage I have in this position—I can’t suck those delectable nipples.
Releasing her ass, I press in close behind her, my aching cock resting between her legs. “I’m going to fuck this pussy. Are you ready for me?” I question, whispering in her ear. I’m too worked up to put the proper foreplay in, my cock already leaking precum.
Tillie whimpers, wiggling her ass, trying to line me up to her needy hole. I groan, her pussy coating me in her wetness, and it’s the only answer I need. I grip my cock while keeping her hands secure above her head and drive into her tight pussy in one hard thrust. We both cry out in pleasure, the sounds echoing off the window.
“So fucking sexy. Pinned at my mercy, needy for me. For my cock. And all mine,” I grit out.
She’s fucking drenched.
For me.
For what I do to her.
Her pussy squeezes around me, and I growl, knowing she’s doing it on purpose. “Dammit, Ryan. If you don’t quit teasing me and fuck me, I’m going to just do it myself.” Her sass has me smirking, but when she tries to wriggle free of my hold, I pull back before slamming into her again.
I lean in, nip her shoulder, and tell her, “Be a good girl and take what I give you, Tillie. Now, cross your ankles.”
She no sooner does as she’s told, and I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her hard and then pulling out before slamming back into her with no reprieve. Her pussy is so tight like this that I know I won’t be able to last long, but even then, I won’t be done with her.
In her heels, I can keep her pressed against the glass with her ass pushing back, adding to the sensations wracking her body. This may be my new favorite position with her.
“Fuck, yes, Ryan… harder,” Tillie begs as a sheen of sweat glistens off her smooth skin. I watch as a shiver runs over her, goose bumps erupting on her skin.
Each time I thrust into her, I grind my hips, needing to get deeper. I wrap my hand around her waist, palming her low belly, and the next time I press against her, I can feel the head of my cock. “So fucking tight. So deep. Do you feel that? Feel what only I can do to you, Tillie?” She calls out my name at the added friction, and it sends a shudder down my spine, the familiar tingling building at the base of my cock.
