“I can take anything you want to give.”
I kiss along her shoulder. “That sounds like a challenge, Hellcat.” A third finger joins the two already pumping in and out of her.
Her gasp sparks my nerve-endings to life.
“I lied about being too far up to be seen. If anyone looks up from the parking lot, they’re going to see my fingers buried in your pretty little pussy, and my hand groping your tits. Do you think it’ll turn them on?”
“Eli!”
“Do you like the thought of being seen?” I’ve read her diary; I know she’s fantasized about it. “Spread open, your clit on display for all to see while you fuck my fingers.”
“Fuck me.” The demand is delivered with a groan.
“Do you want my dick inside you?”
“Yes!”
“Right here? On the balcony. Do you want me to bend you over the railing and fuck you until your screams echo around the parking lot?”
“Stop talking and fuck me.”
“Say please. Please, Eli, feed me your dick and make me come.”
“Fuck you!” But she’s grinding her ass against my dick.
“No, the idea is for me to fuck you. But not until you ask, Hellcat.” My thumb flicks over her clit and her breath hitches. “Do you like that?”
“Do it again.”
I repeat the action and pinch her nipple with my other hand. “Reach back and take my dick out.”
Her hand finds the button on my jeans and pops it open, then shoves inside to curl around my dick.
“Good girl.”
“Condom,” she gasps. “Eli, please. Fuck me now.”
I pull my fingers free and pluck the condom from my pocket “You got it, Hellcat. Hold on to the railing and bend over.”
I rip open the packet, roll the condom on and place the head of my dick against her opening and push forward. We groan in tandem as I thrust inside.
Chapter 20
Arabella
I clutch the railing, my eyes fixed on the sea, the expanse of blue expanding out to the horizon. I can feel every thick inch of him stretching me, and my body adjusts to his cock. I’m cold, but the heat that burns off Eli melts it away.
“You feel so fucking good, Hellcat.” He thrusts all the way in.
The movement steals my breath away. The fingers holding my hips dig roughly into my skin. His cock moves in and out of me in slow, deep thrusts. It’s leisurely and torturous and not what I want.
Why is he going so slow?
I press back against him. “Faster.”
He chuckles but continues his languid pace. “You wanted me to fuck you, and I am.”
I grind into him, and yelp when his hand comes down hard on my ass.