I reach for his belt, but he slaps my hands away. “Don't fucking move.”
He strips with efficiency—jeans, boxer briefs, socks—until he's gloriously naked in front of me, his cock standing thick and proud against his stomach.
Without warning, he grabs me by the waist and practically drags me across the room. “You like putting on a show?” he snarls, spinning me around to face the window. “Let's give anyone crazy enough to be out in this storm something to see.”
He pushes me against the freezing glass, and I cry out as my breasts flatten against it. The cold is shocking against my heated skin, my nipples hardening instantly.
“Fuck! Beckham, it's freezing!” I gasp, trying to push back from the window.
His hand slides between my shoulder blades, forcing me back against the glass. “Don't move. You wanted my attention? Now the whole fucking world gets to see what happens when you get it.”
I look out at the snowy night, at the buildings across thestreet with their windows lit up. Can they see us? Is someone watching right now as Beckham spreads my legs?
“Anyone could see us,” I whisper, but I'm not trying to get away anymore. The thought of being watched, of someone seeing me get fucked by this man, sends a perverse thrill through me.
“That's right,” he says, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks. “Let them see who you belong to.”
He kicks my feet further apart, positioning himself at my entrance. I can feel him, hot and hard against my slit, and I push back, desperate to feel him inside me.
“Please,” I whimper, my breath fogging the glass in front of me.
“Please what?” he demands, teasing me with just the tip.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, pressing my forehead against the cold window.
He slams into me with one brutal thrust, filling me completely. I scream, my hands slapping against the glass as I try to brace myself.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he sets a punishing pace. Each thrust slams me against the window, my breasts dragging against the cold glass.
I'm completely exposed, my naked body on display for anyone who might be looking. The thought makes me clench around him, my pussy gripping his cock like it never wants to let go.
“You like that?” Beckham growls, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair, yanking my head back. “Like knowing someone could be watching you take my dick right now?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word barely audible as he pounds into me relentlessly. “God, yes.”
His hips snap against my ass with force, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room. My cheek is pressed against the window now, my breath creating small patches of fog that quickly disappear with each exhale.
“Look at you,” he snarls, his pace increasing impossibly. “Fucking desperate for it. Would you let them all watch if I asked? Let them see what a needy princess you are for me?”
His words should offend me, but they don't. They make me wetter, needier, pushing back to meet each punishing thrust.
“Only for you,” I moan.
Suddenly, he pulls out completely. I whimper at the loss, but before I can protest, he's dropping to his knees behind me. His strong hands grip my thighs, and he hoists my right leg up, resting it against his shoulder.
“Hold still,” he commands, his breath hot against my soaked pussy.
His tongue slides through my folds in one long, devastating lick, and my head falls forward with a moan that's probably loud enough for the whole floor to hear. I don't care. All I care about is his mouth on me, devouring me like he's starving.
“Fuck, you taste just as good as you did last night,” he groans against me, his beard scratching the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Better than anything.”
“Beckham,” I whimper. “Oh god, don't stop.”
He devours me like a starving man who’s just seen an oasis. His tongue travels lower, tracing the sensitive skin between my holes before it presses against my ass. I jerk forward in shock, but his grip tightens, holding me in place.
I cry out as his tongue circles my ass, teasing the tight ring of muscle. No one has ever done this to me before.
“You like that, don't you?” he says against my sensitive flesh.
