Page 9 of Tempting Him

“Fuck,” he says, pulling me off of him. “Get up. Come over here.”

He takes me back to the railing, and with his hands on top of mine, he places them where he wants, his cock poking me in the ass.

His lips touch the shell of my ear before he speaks. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

“Right back? You’re not gonna have me waiting out here for hours with my dick hanging over the balcony, right?”

A sharp smack against my ass cheek has me shutting up. “Stay here.”

I watch cars driving in front of the building, people walking around the block, and I wonder if anybody focused their attention up here if they’d know what was going on. We’re ten stories high, but it’s pretty dark. If it was the middle of the afternoon, it might be more obvious. My head swivels, checking out the nearby windows. When I spot Aleksander’s naked body moving in front of one of them, I know all the closest windows belong to his suite, so we shouldn’t have to worry about any neighbors spying on us.

The sound of footsteps approaching has my pulse spiking.

“Look at that. Youcanfollow directions.”

“Sometimes.”

He makes atsknoise before warm slick fingers slide between my cheeks, ripping a gasp from my throat.

“Relax,” he says in a soft tone, his fingers gently pressing against my hole.

“Nnuaahh,” is the noise I make as he pushes a digit inside.

“That’s it,” he croons, one hand on my neck as he rotates his finger.

I squeeze the metal in my fists, my head dropping down, chin touching my chest. “Oh God.”

“Not here there’s not,” he retorts. “There’s no higher being that’ll save you from the devastating pleasure I’m about to fill you with.”

“Ahh.”

He takes his time stretching me, adding an additional finger after another squirt of lube until he’s three fingers in and I’m fucking myself on his hand, begging for more.

“Fuck me,” I groan.

Without uttering a word, he removes his fingers, rips open a condom wrapper, and seconds later a hand lands on my back, forcing me to bend at the waist. All I see are cars and twinkling lights as I stare at the view ten stories down, and then his cock slides inside me in a single forceful thrust.

“Ah shit!” I yell as he releases a throaty roar.

Aleksander fucks me like it’s the first time he’s had sex in years, or like it might be the last time he ever will. His fingers dig into me as he holds me tight, fucking me with such force that he very well could fuck me over the balcony. The fear of that happening never hits me, because all I can think about is wanting more.

“Yes,” I cry. “God, yes.”

He buries himself to the hilt and stops, his hand coming up around my throat and forcing me into a standing position.

“If you’re gonna call out someone’s name, make sure it's mine.”

I angle my head to try to get a better look at him. “If you’re gonna boss me around, don’t stop fucking me,” I say, moving my hips in an attempt to continue what he put a pause to.

He squeezes my throat and I moan, biting down on my lip.

“You’re not in charge here,” he says. “If I wanted to stop right now, we’d stop.”

“But you know you don’t want that,” I breathe, pushing my ass against him again. “You want to fuck me until I come over this fucking balcony. You want to shoot your load while you’re what...six inches deep?” I tease with a grin.

His eyes narrow again as his jaw clenches. “Try adding a few more to that number and you might be close.”

“Prove it. Make me feel every fucking inch.”

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