It wasn’t an offer I could refuse. I pulled Frankie in and crushed my mouth to hers, relishing the moan of relief she let out against me.
“We’ve gotta be fast up here, Angel,” Devin’s gruff voice broke through the sound of labored breath. Frankie gasped, pulling back from my mouth at the sound of tearing fabric.
Devin had torn the tights she wore under that yellow sunshine dress. Giving us access to her.
Not wasting any time, I found her pussy with my hand, finding she’d already practically soaked through her panties. She whimpered as I dipped into her sweetness, and I pushed into her with a grunt.
“Always so fucking ready for us,” I growled. “Perfect, baby.”
“Can you get on your knees, angel?” Devin’s gentle question. We both laughed when Frankie gave a quick, excited nod.
We didn’t have a ton of space up here. The top of the tower was meant for a quick view, a romantic moment, not a full tryst.We’d have to give her body its release quickly, not just to keep from getting caught, but to lessen the time she’d have to be uncomfortable on the hard surface under her hands and knees. A challenge to satisfy her on a deadline.
Luckily, I was already hard. And when Frankie was down on all fours, her pert ass in the air in front of me, I could hardly steady my hands enough to undo my zipper.
When my erection sprung free, the cool night air hit me with a shiver that might have knocked the wind out of my sails.
But I was too fucking turned on by the once-innocent girl in front of me with her skirt flipped up, her tights ripped down the center, her pussy glistening in the glitter of Paris midnight, her eager fingers pulling her panties to the side.
Giving me an in. Begging for it with her body.
If anything, the chill was more erotic. A nice sensation.
Devin was out and at full attention, too, and before I could plunge myself into her, she was already craning her neck to take his cock in her mouth. Christ, she’d really learned a lot during our lessons.
She took him into her mouth like a pro, and the sight of it only heightened the experience as I crouched to her level then positioned myself to penetrate her.
My sensitive tip was poised at heaven’s gates, then the perfect clasp of her, slick and hot around me, welcomed me inside.
Fuck, it never got old, sliding home into Frankie’s sweet heat. I could do this forever. Decades of nothing but fucking her, feeling her pleasure bring my own to its peak.
With a hard thrust, I slammed in to the root, swearing at the sound of her gasp-moan, a pleasure sound muffled by Devin starting to fuck her throat. I gripped Frankie by her waist, watched her lovely dark hair sway with her efforts to get Devin off, and picked up my pace. Riding her hard, just like she liked it.
“Fuck, Frankie. Just like that,” Devin half-croaked. I saw in the dimness as he threw his head back, gripping her hair in a fist to hold on. “Your mouth is so good. Perfect. Just like every bit of you.”
I had to agree with him. Her tight inner muscles were already starting to flutter, the early signs that she’d come for us soon if we did our jobs right, and I wanted to roar my satisfaction to the heavens.
Wanted to thank the gods or whoever was listening for bringing me this woman, her body, her perfect heart she gave so freely, even to those of us who didn’t deserve it.
As the stinging zing of almost-coming found its way up my spine, I reached one hand underneath her to find her pulsing clit, so needy, dying for my fingers. I started a fast, hard rhythm of circles around its sensitive head as I picked up my pace.
Devin’s harsh laugh cut through the night. “Fuck. You must be giving her what she wants, Jon, because our little expert is struggling.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I panted, tilting my hips to hit the ridged g-spot inside of her.
I brought my free hand down hard on her ass cheek and picked up my pace, rewarding her with her favorite kind of punishment. Frankie’s yelp, the way she squirmed back into me, begging forme deeper, was like beautiful music in the Paris night. I spanked her again and took in the view.
Christ, I loved this. Every second. More than the view of the city sprawled out beneath us, I loved watching Frankie struggle to suck Devin down as hard as he needed, adjusting to her lowered capacity by licking him like her favorite ice cream treat instead. He panted, swore, begging for more.
I loved the sight of her round flesh bouncing back after my blows, her perfect ass showing off for me, urging me to give it another little love tap. More than anything, I loved the pleasure-reddened sight of my length sliding in and out of her pussy. Watching it as I slowed my pace, savored it, unlocked every carnal desire in my body and heart.
“Please.” She was almost sobbing. “Please, Jonathan. Harder. I need it.”
She did. Hell, so did I. Poor Devin needed some time with her, too, if he didn’t want to leave the tower with the worst blue balls known to man. So in another few hard, quick thrusts, with a quickening of my finger-circles over her clit, I finally let Frankie come.
It was the most gorgeous sight in the universe, watching her throw her head back in ecstasy as her body trembled, milked my cock, begging me to finish inside her. I didn’t need any convincing, and I swore hard as I finished, pulling free once it was done to watch the slow, sensual drip of my cum in her pussy.
“Be a good girl and give your pretty pussy to Devin, angel,” I asked Frankie, and it was goddamn unfair how easily she obeyed, turning so that Devin could easily crouch, slip inside, experience the same bliss I’d just had.
