Page 26 of Chasing Bandit

“If I slipped my fingers in your panties right now, would I find you aroused?”

“Yes,” I breathed out because I needed this, wanted this, even if I knew it could complicate our arrangement and Wylie only wanted to play with me out of misplaced jealousy.

He removed his fingers from the fabric and pressed lightly on my spine. “Bend over a little and hold on to the railing. Don’t worry, no one will know what we’re doing up here. The way the warehouse is angled, and balcony floor is positioned, they’ll only be able to see you and not me. Though you’re welcome to put on a show for them. I wouldn’t mind Franklin seeing you be brought to orgasm by your husband; however, the view of your soaked pussy rimming my cock is only for me.”

Leaning against the railing, I watched the sea of cowboy hats below where bodies danced and partied, completely oblivious to what was happening just a few feet above them in the air.

“Good girl.” He murmured as I felt his hand reach out and cup me between my thighs before massaging back and forth over my panties and rubbing my clit. Instinctively I backed into his large hand, trying to get a little more friction.

“Please,” I whimpered as I looked over my shoulder at Wylie who was admiring my body with eyes that were full of desire. I hated how desperate I always sounded around him, but I needed this badly.

His fingers pushed aside my panties as one dipped inside and the other stroked the skin around it.

“Mmm…” he hummed low while his opposite hand kneaded and massaged one of my ass cheeks before reaching around to my breasts.

Another finger dipped inside as he pumped in and out, pulled out to push my arousal all around my opening and into my clit. My hips moved back instinctively as I tried to ride his hand, but he'd paused to unzip his jeans just enough to pull out his cock and push down a condom.

The tip of that fat, swollen plum head teased my slit as he moved it around, coating the condom with my slick juices.

“Hold on tight now, and wave to the crowd,” he murmured as he pushed in firmly, then pulled out and filled me again, this time burying himself to the root. His fingers gripped my hips as he picked up speed, the sloshing of my wetness only audible to us.

“You feel so damn good, squeezing me like a glove.” He praised from behind me as my grip tightened around the bar of the balcony while I focused on staying upright.

“Wylie,” I groaned, fighting the urge to close my eyes as he found my clit with his other free hand and brushed it firmly with his ranch worn thumb.

“My wife likes me touching her. Bet she says my name when she touches this pretty pussy back at Ashwood.”

I tossed my hair over my shoulder to find him looking as turned on as I was, his eyes fiery with desire as he took my body in his ramming into it over and over again.

“And I bet you think of me when you’re stroking your cock at night,” I shot back, not willing to admit the fact that he'd been the only person I thought about recently when it came to pleasing myself.

“Damn right I do," he growled. “Now bend over a little more,” he commanded as I arched my back further and leaned down.

He took both of my ass cheeks in his rough hands and squished them together, making for an even tighter fit. “Fuck me, this feels too fucking good," he groaned.

I smiled as I held on tighter to the railing because it did. We were both getting something that we needed from this, just like our legal arrangement.

Pleasure, protection, family, and release.

I chanted that in my mind with each thrust bringing me closer to believing that’s all this was. I’d told myself to keep things strictly legal, we shouldn’t touch each other again, but what was the harm when it felt this good?

Wylie’s hands pinched and teased my clit before moving up to my chest and pushing down the top of my dress that was hidden below the railing where no one could see.

"Don't stand up or someone's going to see these tits," he pinched one of my nipples and teased it as he caressed the smooth skin. “you’ve got some nice, natural breasts, Stevie. Probably the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

“Fuck… Wylie, I’m close.” I groaned.

He let go of my chest and pushed the top of my dress back in place.

“Find Franklin in the crowd," he whispered devilishly.

“What?” I groaned as I pushed back harder into his thrusts.

He leaned over my back towards my ear and whispered, “because I want you to wave and smile at him as I unload my seed deep inside of you, Stevie. I want you to look in his eyes and remember it’s me that's bringing you to orgasm like this, and not him. Your fucking husband.”

My eyes scanned the crowd as if I was his submissive and couldn’t not listen to the words Wylie, my dominant said no matter how ridiculous they were. Franklin was in the corner, talking to Clay with a pitcher of beer in his hand. I felt my orgasm building deep inside of my pelvis, my clit zinged with electricity as Wylie continued to brush it roughly.

Please don’t look up at me, please don’t look up at me. I chanted in my head however at the exact moment that Franklin's eyes found mine, an arm lifted to wave with a smile, Wylie smacked one of my ass cheeks so hard, it sent me into a bone shaking orgasm.

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