Those dark blue eyes were fixed on mine through the glass. He leaned in, his breath fanning hot over my neck as he pressed a kiss just below my ear, and then lower, across my shoulder, down my spine, dragging fire along every inch of my skin.
“Princess,” he murmured, voice rich and dark, “don’t you want to be fucked this way?”
He pressed his hips forward, just enough to slide the swollen head of his cock inside me, barely stretching me, then he stopped. I gasped, back arching.
“Looking down at the world like a queen,” he whispered, “powerful, admired, and untouchable.”
His hand clamped tightly around my waist, holding me in place, while the other slid up, fingers curling lightly around my throat.
He reached for my dress, slowly tugging it down, but when the fabric resisted, he tore it without hesitation, letting it fall to the floor in shreds, leaving me completely exposed beneath his gaze.
I parted my lips to complain, but he rolled his hips again, stealing my breath and keeping me right on the edge.
He growled, low and filthy, lips brushing against my earlobe. “But underneath all that elegance, you’re just my good little slut. Dripping for me, needing me, letting me fuck you right against this glass where anyone could watch.”
I shuddered, my knees nearly giving out. What was he even saying Why wasn’t I slapping him and pushing him away? I should’ve hated every word, but fuck, my pussy clenched tighter. His voice, his words, they turned me on so much I ached to have him inside me.
“You like the idea, don’t you?” he continued, teasing his cock along my soaked entrance, slow and torturous. “Of someone seeing you, seeing your perfect body bent over the window, spread open for me, seeing how well you take me. Watching your face while I pound you so hard you forget your own name.”
“Nnhg.” I moaned, dizzy from the heat between my legs, from the filth he was whispering, from how much I wanted it.
“You think they’re watching?” he purred. “Maybe some businessman in that tower over there’s jacking off to the sight of your pretty body, watching your tits press against the glass, your mouth open in moans, seeing your pussy take every inch of me like you need it.”
“Oh my God… y-yes,” I moaned, the word slipping out before I could stop it. My body was already trembling, aching. I couldn’t
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handle it again. I didn’t care anymore.
“Yes what?” he asked.
“Y-Yes, daddy” I whispered, my voice shaking with desperation. Please, fuck tne.”
“You want to be filled, princess,” he groaned. “You want to be ruined right here, where the whole city could witness how much of a filthy little thing you really are for daddy.”
“Yes, please make a mess out of me. Please…”
I saw that damn cocky smirk in the reflection. He didn’t have to say a word. The look on his face told me exactly what he was about to do.
His hands slid around my hips. One sharp tug and I was pressed back against him. His chest against my spine.
“Fuck, I love when you beg,” he growled into my ear.
Before I could speak, before I could even breathe, his hand tightened around my waist, and I felt the thick, hard press of him nudging at my entrance. My eyes widened. My lips parted in a gasp as he started to push in, stretching me, forcing me to take him inch by inch.
“Ahhh.” I moaned out loud. The pain and pleasure, filling my head
“Fuck,” he hissed again. “You’re fucking tight.”
He paused, deep inside, not moving. My legs trembled. My hands pressed against the glass, knuckles white. It felt like my body was being split apart.
I knew it would hurt. I wasn’t naïve. He was the biggest I’d ever seen. Way bigger than Matthew, this wasn’t even a comparison.
I wasn’t used to his size. My walls gripped him tightly. My whole body clenched, resisting, and welcoming him.
“Relax,” he murmured against my skin. His lips were on my neck. He kissed and sucked on it. I moaned, my body betraying me, loosening around him a little. Then, his teeth grazed my skin, before he bit.
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