“Who knows?” I tease—of course, they can’t.
I’d rather kill myself than let another man or woman look at Juliette. She doesn’t need to know that, though. The thrill of it all is getting her hot for it.
Juliette Caldwell is mine and for my eyes only.
“Now sit back and let everyone enjoy the show.”
Juliette
One Hour Later
The smoldering flame of desire burning in his eyes has my hips swiveling with a mind of their own. Forward and back, over and over, onto Harrison’s hard cock, which has me stretched out to the max.
With each pass, the need for this man naturally guides my body to find its release.
Every touch, gaze, or whispered word causes a tingling pleasure that I can’t control even if I try. I’m completely lost to the sensation, and Harrison’s lust-filled eyes tell me he’s right there with me.
A sheen of perspiration layered on our skin, mixed with the small amount of rain that’s fallen, helps glide our cheststogether, rubbing my sensitive nipples he played with for the last hour against the light dusting of his chest hair.
His strong fingertips dig into the flesh of my behind, as I use his shoulders for leverage as he begins to bounce me up and down with force.
Something inside me snaps…I want to blow his mind, so I take over and ride him like I’m born for it. Deep and hard, no holding back.
My mind wanders to the heated scene that we played out earlier. My back to his chest, my thighs spread wide. One leg over his forearm, his thick fingers parting my center for all the Upper East Side to see, teasing me until he finally let me come.
“Harrison,” I whimper. “Ohhh. This is so so good.”
“Yeah, Jules, baby. Just like that,” he cries as he lifts me, slamming me down one last time.
“Ahhh,” I gasp, our eyes never leaving each other as my lingering orgasm finally bulldozes right through me.
No sooner than I’ve even come down from my high, Harrison flips me around onto my hands and knees, plunging into me with a guttural groan that could be heard citywide.
The air leaves my lungs as his massive cock hits me deep, causing me to fall forward from the force. I almost face-plant, but just in time, Harrison grasps my hair and fists it tightly, pulling me up, not losing his stride as he rides me with hard, punishing hits.
Dear God…this man.
My gaze pulls to our reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, and the image has me wide-eyed and turned on to the next degree.
I’ve never seen anything like it…raw, unrestrained, and totally fucking hot.
“Look,” I tell Harrison.
His eyes snap up, and I can tell by his strained expression and contracted muscles that he’s about to lose it.
Releasing my hair, he takes hold of my waist and widens his knees. His hips swivel to hit that perfect spot with each go, keeping a steady but powerful rhythm as we watch together, in awe, him taking me from behind.
The sound of incessant moaning and our bodies slapping together echoes off the terrace walls, and all too soon, I begin to feel a deep burn starting in my toes again.
Harrison lifts one leg, places his foot down for leverage, and really lets me have it, not holding back now. I’ve never had sex like this in my life. Where he could break me in two, but in the best possible way ever.
Abruptly, the sky opens, and rain begins to pour down on us.
Time feels like it slows down while my greedy eyes continue to watch our reflection, just as Harrison roars in pleasure, throwing his head back and letting the rain run over his body.
His hair slicks back, and rainwater travels down his corded throat, trickling onto his muscular chest as he wildly cries out my name repeatedly into the night sky, just in time for my insides to spasm alongside him.
We stay like this for a second, both our chest heaving, before he drops to the side and pulls me into his chest.
