“Are you hoping someone will look up here? See me enjoying your tits. See me fucking you.”
“I wouldn’t say no if they could actually see us.”
She knows about the glass. It doesn’t surprise me.
“Do you want an audience,chiquita? Is that your thing?”
“Not always. But I wouldn’t be pissed if everyone knew the hottest man here is fucking me.”
“Mmm. You want to make them jealous?”
“I would be if you were with someone else.”
“Is that so, little one?”
I let go of her right breast to grasp her chin, my other hand pulling her body back against mine. I turn her head, so we canlook at each other again. I ease my hold on her chin to let her respond.
“Who wouldn’t want to be in my shoes right now?”
I chuckle. “I can think of four women.”
Her brow furrows.
“My cousins’ wives and fiancée. None of them have ever looked twice in my direction.”
“Devoted to their husbands?”
“Just like their husbands are devoted to them. No one else exists to each couple.”
“That’s sweet.”
I brush my lips against hers. “Mmm. You’re sweet too.”
I let go of her waist as my thigh nudges her legs apart, widening both of our stances. My free hand dips beneath the hem of her skirt before I grip the front of her left thigh. I pull it until it’s over mine, her toes grazing the floor. With firm pressure, my hand creeps up to her cunt.
No panties.
Good little girl.
My middle and ring fingers feather along her pussy lips while my index finger and pinky press outward, a soft reminder to keep her legs open. My second and third fingers dip into her, and my cock pulses at how smooth and wet she is. She grabs for my wrist when I withdraw my hand, but I ignore her silent command. Instead, I bring those fingers to my mouth. She watches our reflection as I suck them into my mouth.
“Even sweeter than I hoped,chiquita.”
“Why do you call me that?”
I wrap my arms around her waist, one hand pressing against her belly as the other hikes up her skirt.
“Aren’t you a lot smaller than me?”
“Yes.”
I cup her pussy. “And you’re a girl.”
I press both hands hard against her, pinning her to me. My teeth nip her right earlobe since my lips were there as I whispered to her. She shivers once, and I watch over her shoulder as her nipples tighten. My hold on her dominates her. It’s purely possessive, and we both know it. She doesn’t tense, so I’m confident she knows I’ll stop if she tells me to. I’m not thatcaremonda—face of a penis—from earlier.
Instead, her head lolls back on my shoulder as her hips undulate, tempting my fingers into her cunt. I don’t give in. I bite and tug her earlobe instead. She shudders, and I love it. It was involuntary. I’m certain of it because there’s a moment after when she tenses before she remembers this is supposed to be a role she’s playing. I can practically hear her thoughts. I’m positive they’re the same ones I would have if I were in her position. Both physically and metaphorically in this cat and mouse relationship we’re developing.
You’re no better than she is. You’d love for this to be real instead of a fucked-up, real life chess match.
