“This what you wanted?”I growl in her ear, her pussy gripping me so tight that I bite her shoulder.
“Jesus yes,” she whispers, turning her head.“Hunter, I’m?—”
Suddenly her hand flies off the railing and for a split second, Clementine lurches forward.
I pull her back instantly, away from the railing, until my back hits the glass of the lookout windows and they rattle.
“Shit, ow,” she says, shaking her right hand, still panting for breath.
“Are you okay?”I ask, holding her tight against me.I thought the railing had broken, but it’s still there, perfectly solid.
“I’m fine, my hand slipped,” she says.She grabs my hair and pulls my face to hers, kissing me hungrily.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs.
I spin her around, push her against the window as she laughs, then pull her down until we’re both on our knees on the wooden plank floor of the balcony.Somehow, she tugs her leggings the rest of the way off and braces herself against the wall as I kneel behind her, cock in hand.
I don’t tease her this time.I don’t have the willpower, I just thrust into her as hard as I can and listen to her guttural moan echo off the wall in front of her.
Before I know it we’re back where we were and I’m driving into her as hard as I can, her forearms against the wall, her palms flat against it, her head against her arms.I’ve got one arm against the wall, my hand over hers, one hand on her hip.
“God, I like fucking you this way,” I growl.“Clem, I’m gonna come soon if —”
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, interrupting me.“Please don’t stop, Hunter,please.”
I don’t.I wrap my arm around her waist and slam into her harder, my knees grinding against the wooden floor.
“Fuck!” Clem shouts, her eyes closed, her mouth open.“Fuck, Hunter, make me come,” she whispers.
Her muscles are gripping and fluttering around me, and she feels so intoxicating that if I lost control right now I’d come my brains out.
I don’t.I force myself not to come as I slow down and fuck her hard anddeep, leaning my head against hers.
“You feel so fucking good,” she whispers, locking her hand in my hair.“Don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop.”
“Jesus, Clem,” I say into her ear.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, her muscles clenching.
Then she opens her eyes halfway and looks at me.
“I come so fucking hard when you’re inside me,” she whispers.
Then she comes and I canfeelhow hard she comes, her muscles clamping down around me, her hand clenching my hair as she moansoh fuck yesover and over.
I’ve seen her come alotbut I’ve never seen her lose control like this.I’ve never felt her come this hard, or look at me likethat.
I’d walk across the fucking Sahara to make it happen again.
I want to sayyou’re so fucking beautifulbut she pulls my mouth to hers and kisses me, long and hard, and as she does she rocks back against me and then pulls forward, her muscles squeezing me tight.
She lets me go and does it again, so I put one hand against the wall and let her fuck me fast and hard and in moments I’m at the edge.
“Jesus, Clem, you feel good,” I gasp.
Clementine looks over her shoulder, her lips parted, the wickedest look I’ve ever seen on her face.
“I want you to come inside me,” she says.
