“Been thinkin’ about touchin’ you since you teased me back at the restaurant.” My teeth graze her ear.
“Griffin, the windows. Someone could walk by.” She tilts her head to the side to give me better access. Her hands on my shoulders.
I lean back to look into her ocean eyes. “What's wrong, Wildflower? You worried the whole block is gonna hear how good I make you feel?” My thumb brushes the seam of her panties. “Tell me to stop. Actually, tell me. And I will.”
The corner of her lip quirks and she meets my gaze head on. “Who knows? I might be into that.”
That sends a wave of heat straight to my dick. I pull her down, flip her around and press her chest flat onto the counter. Right in front of the damn window. My palm runs up her inner thigh, while I lean over to whisper in her ear. “Yeah? Then let's find out.”
I trail my lips and tongue down her spine while using my knee to nudge her thighs further apart. My hand presses flat against the small of her back, pinning her firmly. While the other one slides under the fabric of her panties. My fingers tease, rubbing softly against her skin before dipping between her folds.
“Already so fuckin’ wet and I haven't even started yet.” My fingers stroke in smooth circles. Her breath catches and her body tenses. I stop abruptly.
“Not yet.” I yank her dress higher exposing her bare ass to the glass. The streetlights outside paint every inch of her in gold and shadow, I feel like I've been sucker punched. “I told you what would happen if you doubted yourself like that again.”
My palm cracks against her cheek hard enough to sting. She cries out but doesn't move away. I rub instantly, to soothe it.After I know she’s with me, I bring my hand down a second time. She jolts against the counter, letting out a low whimpering moan as I massage the ache. I tear her thong down her thighs, running my fingers over the reddened marks one more time, before dipping back between her legs.
“Remember this the next time you get it into your head, you aren't good enough for me,” I growl.
She moans again and my cock twitches at the sound. Despite her protests before, she fucking likes it. It’s taking everything I have to hold back. To make sure this is good for her. Knowing that she enjoyed my hand on her ass nearly unravels my control. I run a finger through her slick heat until she's pushing back against it, desperate for more.
“That's it.” My thumb rubbing against her clit. “Every sound out of that pretty mouth proves me right. You were made for this. Made for me.”
I push a second finger in, stretching her slowly. I curl them and drive them deeper, making sure the pleasure outweighs the burn. I don't let up, working her with ruthless precision to coax every gasp and whimper I can from her lips.
“Look at that,” I growl, dragging my fingers around her wetness again before sliding them back in. “Already fallin’ apart for me and I haven't even fucked you yet.”
My thumb circles mercilessly against her clit while I pump a steady rhythm, each movement forcing her higher until the only choice she has left is to fall apart. “You gonna come right here, like this? In front of the window, where anyone walkin’ by can see?”
She moans and her walls start to quiver. I chuckle and remove my fingers. She lets out a whimper at the loss as I reach back into my pocket and take out a condom. Holding it in my teeth, I free myself—leaking precum. I rip open the foil wrapperand roll it on in one smooth motion before lining myself up. She whines again and I run my hand over her hip.
“Patience, Wildflower.” My voice is thick with my own need. “You don't get to come like that. You come when I'm inside you. When you can feel every inch proving how much I fucking want you.” I rub the tip through her slit, once, twice, pushing in with one slow devastating thrust that has her sucking in air. “Fuck, always so goddamn tight.”
I don’t give her time to adjust because I can already feel her pulling me deeper. I set a punishing pace from the first stroke, my grip on her hips ironclad as I drive into her. Every snap of forward punches a moan from her lips. Every drag of my dick inside her has her fingers clawing at the countertop.
“There you go,” I growl, “let me hear how much you love it.” My pace stutters when I feel her tighten around me. My control fraying as my thrusts turn erratic. “Gonna make sure they hear who owns this perfect fuckin’ pussy.”
My hips slam into her ass with a force that rattles the counter, every brutal push dragging choked moans from her throat as my fingers dig in hard enough to leave bruises. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes within the dark shop, mingling with the slick sound of me fucking her deep enough to steal the breath from her lungs.
“Look at you,” I catch her reflection in the glass, pupils blown wide, lips parted, as I drive her toward ruin. “Fuckin’ mine.”
My hand fists into the back of her hair, just above the nape of her neck. I tug hard enough to make her arch against me. My other hand reaches around to press two fingers hard against her clit. Rubbing ruthless circles while my cock pounds into her without mercy. “Come for me.”
She shatters around me like glass. The rush of her cum coating my thighs. My hips stutter violently as her climax rips through her. I groan against her skin, grinding a few more timesbefore my own release crashes over me, pressing deep inside her and spurting into the condom.
“Fuck, Seriphina.” Her name is like prayer and a curse.
For a moment, all that exists is the sound of ragged breathing. My hands soften, sliding up to cradle the back of her skull, the other slipping around her waist. My forehead drops in between her shoulder blades.
“You good?” My tone is laced with concern.
“Mm-hmm,” she groans, coming down from the high. “More than good.”
I chuckle when I notice her legs shaking. I run my fingers down her thigh, grabbing her panties and pulling them back up. “Can you stand?” I reach out to help her back on the ground, steadying her when her knees buckle.
“Yeah,” she smiles, contentedly like a satisfied cat. “Why are you so fucking good at that?”
A sound rumbles low in my chest at the sight of her, lips swollen, hair mussed, all because of me. My palm curls around the back of her neck, tilting her face up, while I drag the hem of her dress down.
