Gripping my hair, Menace breaks the kiss and turns me back to the window. “Enjoy the view while I fuck you, baby.”
It’s hard, but I peel my eyes open, looking at the skyline and the stars as I moan and pant and beg and whimper and plead for him to make me come.
Menace grunts as he speeds up his thrusts, the sounds of slapping skin filling the room.
Reaching down, I stroke my cock fast, so close to coming I can fucking taste it.
“Gonna come on my window, Hill?” he asks in a deep guttural voice that makes my balls tingle. “Gonna leave me a reminder that I fucked you hard and deep?”
A long groan leaves my lips as I explode, my nut shooting in front of me like a geyser.
Menace wraps an arm around my chest and pulls me close, holding me while he fucks me through my release.
When I’m boneless, Menace pulls out of me and turns me around, pushing me to my knees. “I want to see your face when I come all over you. Want to see those eyes shine with my spunk painting your face.”
Though I’m fucking worn out and can barely keep my eyes open, I lock my gaze with Menace’s and open my mouth, sticking my tongue out for my treat.
Menace’s hand speeds up on his cock, the angry purple of head of him peeking out. With a curse, he throws his head back and roars as he comes, his orgasm landing on my cheeks, chin, and tongue. I swallow greedily, tasting his masculine saltiness.
I hum as I collect his cum and suck my fingers, savoring the taste.
A yelp leaves my lips when he pulls me to my feet and presses me against the window, my naked ass pasted against the cold glass.
His lips land heavily on my mine, his tongue thrust into my mouth, searching and tasting.
He breaks the kiss with a hum. “You’re not going anywhere tonight. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“That’s good,” I murmur, nipping his bottom lip. “I didn’t plan to leave.”
Menace strips my pants off me, then hoists me into his arms, walking toward the back of his condo. “I hope you don’t plan to get any sleep tonight. I’m going to fucking ruin you, Hill.”
“I can’t wait.”
Chapter Six
Hill
God,my ass hurts. It hurts to sit, hurts to walk, hurts to stand.
I fucking love it.
Menace reached for me at least three times during the night and I never told him no. He slicked us up enough to make the initial slide inside me gentle, but he was a madman when he fucked me. Hard, rough, deep. Everything I didn’t know I was missing out on.
It’s been close to a year since I’ve been fucked and even longer since I’ve been fucked like Menace fucked me. Then again, I don’t think anyone has ever worked my body the way he did.
It’s almost like he knew me, like he knew what I liked, how to drive me to the brink and pull me back with no effort.
I’m counting down the days until he calls me for a repeat.
I try to step into my apartment as quietly as I can. Lucian had a kill last night, so he probably slept in after a long and strenuous night.
Lucian likes up close kills. He wants his victims to see that it’s him before he ends them.
If I know him, he’s probably in bed, snoring like a chainsaw.
“Where have you been?” Lucian’s voice trails from the kitchen as I click the lock back into place.
Guess I don’t know him as well as I think.
