Page 45 of Her Devils

“I’m proud of you for trying.”

I have no chance to thank him, because his lips finally touch mine, and for a second, I completely forget where we are.

Jameson applies a deliciously insistent pressure as he pecks my lips until I open, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth.

His kiss is confident and dominant, and I feel my body melt against his tall, solid frame.

He explores my mouth with unhurried passion as his hands cup my breasts, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my dress.

“No,” he says as I attempt to turn around to face him. “I like feeling your ass against me. Can you feel how fucking hard you make me, Lenley?”

My answer is a needy whimper, my body taut with a different kind of tension as his hands leave my tits and skim down my hips, lifting the hem of my dress.

Jameson’s touch sets me on fire as his hands travel up my outer thighs, teasing the line of my lace panties. “Have Peyton or Channing fucked you from behind yet, princess?”

“Hmm,” is my answer.

His touch has made me lose the ability to form words as I grind my ass against him.

“Hmm yes, or hmm no?” He chuckles, nipping my earlobe. “You need to use words, princess.”

“No,” I reply, tightening my grip on the metal railing to the point that I’m sure my knuckles have turned white.

“Then I think we should try it and see if you like it,” he decides.

The sound of his zipper being lowered causes me to snap out of my lust induced daze.

“Here?” I gasp, coming back down to Earth. “Jameson, we can’t do it here. We should go back to the hotel—”

His fingers tease the edge of my panties, caressing the bare skin of my pussy with a featherlight touch.

Focusing on anything but his hands is becoming increasingly harder, to the point that I’ve even forgotten that I’m at the top of the tallest building in town.

“Why not?” He follows his question with a swipe of his fingers over my slit.

I’m so wet and desperate for him that it’s hard to push the words out. “We—there must be two hundred people around that corner. What if someone decides to check out this side of the terrace?”

The blunt, silky head of his cock rubs against my throbbing skin, and my inner muscles pulse with need. “That’s half the fun, Lenley. We’re out here, and we’re hidden by that trellis, but anyone can round that corner at any time, so you’ll have to be a good girl and be quiet while I fuck you hard and fast with the whole town at our feet. Do you want that, princess?”

“Yes.”

I don’t even recognize my own voice.

I must have lost my damn mind, but Jameson and I have been teasing each other for weeks, and I need him to the point that I don’t care right now. I don’t care about being caught, and I forgot that, one second ago, I was panicking about being so close to the abyss beneath us.

He chuckles. “Yes, what?”

I grind against him in response. “Yes, I want you to fuck me out here. Please, Jameson.”

I’m not even embarrassed at this point, I just feel like if he doesn’t take me, I’m going to self-combust.

“Your every desire is an order, princess,” he murmurs before plunging inside me with a single thrust of his hips.

He finds no resistance as he buries himself to the hilt so deep, I feel his balls against the sensitive skin of my pussy. The feeling is so good that I squeeze my muscles on pure instinct.

“Princess,” he groans. “So fucking tight, so wet for me. I could fucking come right now.”

I’m surprised when I realize that I could come too. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited in my entire life.

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