Something else unusual about my behavior.
Now she was mine. For one whole night. Another change in my behavior.
I never stayed the night.
Her sigh was heavy when I fingered her wet pussy. She was tenser than before, her fingers slowly curling as her breath came in short bursts, steaming the window. I didn’t need to see every inch of her face to know how nervous she was. While she was not a virgin, I had the distinct feeling she wasn’t used to someone like me.
A man several years older who could break her without trying. Only why would I dare do something like that to a creature so precious.
With her back heaving, she rolled onto her toes, arching her back in a blatant invitation.
There were no additional words needed at this point. I rubbed my fingers down the length of my fully erect cock, stroking the tip, even squeezing until several drops of pre-cum oozed from the slit. No mask could hide her beauty, especially when she smiled.
I had a feeling she knew what I was doing, daring to lick her bottom lip in front of a monster. She had no idea how much the simple gesture turned me on. So much so, I couldn’t wait any longer. As soon as I pressed the length of my cock between her legs, she arched her back further, jutting her hips out.
She was so hot my skin was on fire, so wet that I longed to drive my tongue inside her tight channel all over again. But the need to bury my dick inside was too damn strong.
So I did.
I wasn’t gentle about my actions either.
Her moan was everything I’d wanted to hear, soft yet powerful. Like her, evocative in unimaginable ways. As soon as I’d plunged inside, her muscles clamped down with utter ferocity. A vise clamp that refused to let me go.
With my fingers digging into the skin of her hips, I yanked her away from the window. Using my knee, I kicked her legs even further apart while pressing one hand down on the small of her back.
The sound of her nails raking the glass pushed tingles down my spine. Even her guttural pants were in perfect rhythm to the classical music I’d chosen.
Every muscle in my body was tense, so much so breathing was already difficult. I’d never experienced such intense hunger in my life.
She pushed back against me, tossing her long hair from side to side in a delicate sweep. The gesture was meant to tempt me, a woman’s touch of passion, even considered foreplay, was a nuance I wasn’t good at playing.
Her body continued to tremble in my hold.
She was small and delicate in comparison to my bulked-up mass.
A reminder of how fragile she truly was.
Not that it stopped my brutal actions. That was impossible at this point.
I cracked my hand across her bottom several times, adoring both the sound of my palm smacking against her soft skin and the subsequent moans she couldn’t avoid.
Truth be told, I’d adored spanking her and hungered to do so again. Although next time with a belt. The thought of marking her skin lingered in the darkest reaches of my mind. Did that make me an even worse man than I’d admitted to being? Perhaps.
I shifted one hand until I was cupping her breast. My God, it fit perfectly as I’d suspected, so much so I slowed my savage fucking to savor the feel and the weight. Her nipples were perfectly rosy and already so hard, but that didn’t stop me from flicking my finger across several times before pinching the tiny nub.
“Oh…” Her body stiffened as before and for whatever reason, she pushed herself away from the glass. She attempted to smother her subtle moans, but every syllable echoed in my ears. I wondered what kind of singing voice she had.
Every time she wiggled in my hold, I twisted and plucked her nipple, once again driving long and brutal strokes into her wetness.
My damn shaft continued to swell and lengthen, stretching her muscles. Fuck, I could easily lose my load and I had no intention of doing so this quickly.
Slowing the rhythm, I nuzzled into her neck, drinking in her perfume. No one should smell as delicious as she did.
When she squirmed against me, I nipped her earlobe. “Do you see them out there? The hundreds of pairs of eyes watching us? Wishing they were right here?”
While she shuddered in my hold, she held herself as aloft as my hold would allow. “Yes.”
Her defiance was as powerful as her scent. I cracked my hand against her bottom several additional times, marveling at how damn good she felt in my arms.
