Page 31 of Property of Azrael

Smiling, she leans in for another kiss and I happily oblige, losing myself again in the moment, and in her. A jolt of arousal surges through my body when she grinds against me, causing my aching cock to twitch between us.

“I wanted to do that too.”

I move my hand down between us to her bare thigh, and slip it underneath her dress.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, gripping my arm. “Anyone can see us!”

“Be a good girl. Stay quiet, and no one will be the wiser.”

I continue until my fingertips find her warm heat. Pushing forward, I dip a single digit into her wet cunt.

“You’re soaked, Hallie. Soaked with no panties, you dirty, wanton thing. How long have you been out in public dripping like this?”

She bites her swollen lip. “Since we left the room,” she admits, her voice filled with arousal.

“With just a slip of this dress, anyone could have seen you.”

I trail through her wetness and rub her clit. She hisses at the sensation, throwing her head back and angling her hips for me. Shoving a second finger into her heat, I stroke her a few times and return to her sensitive nub. I continue going back and forth that way before adding a third. Hallie shifts her angle again, grinding against me, her moans growing louder.

“Look at you riding my hand, Hallie. So fucking perfect.”

She shifts her hooded gaze from side to side. Satisfied with what she finds, she uses her hands to brace herself atop my knees.

“That’s it, baby. Use my fingers and take what you need.”

Pumping my fingers in and out, I use my thumb to rub her clit.

“Fuck,” she hisses.

“Does it feel good, baby? Feeling me stretching you like this?”

Her response is to nod and shift her body forward, her juices coating my jeans. “Fuck my hand, baby. Make yourself feel good.” Using my other hand, I tug up her hoodie and pull her body close enough to clear the top of the dress’s fabric and suck on her breast.

“Oh, god,” she cries out. “I’m close.”

Releasing her nipple, I replace my hand on her hip to guide her against my hand. She whimpers, throwing her head back again before locking those beautiful eyes back on me. With a crook of my finger, I feel her release rippling through her. Her walls crushing my hand like a vice inside of her. She’s so goddamn tight with just my fingers. Her chest heaves up and down. The wet spot on her dress illuminating under the starry sky.

Removing my soaked fingers, she watches, wide-eyed, as I slide them into my mouth and suck off her cum. “You taste like sweet ambrosia.”

I lean in and nuzzle her neck, just as the sound of someone approaching breaks us apart. Hallie nervously shifts her hoodie back down and tries to scurry off my lap, but I don’t let her move. The people walking behind us go silent when they come upon us, but I give zero fucks. Hallie does. Her face goes a ghostly shade of white.

“You don’t think they heard me, do you?”

I chuckle. “You weren’t exactly quiet, baby.”

“What have I done?” she breathes.

I tilt her head up, and I kiss her again. “Don’t be ashamed of this, baby. You enjoyed yourself, and that’s all that fucking matters.”

“But what about you?”

Is my cock aching for release? Yes. But not at the expense of her nerves. Hallie has stepped outside of her comfort zone enough tonight, and I can’t subject her to more, even if I want to take my cock out and have her ride me right on this bench so that anyone who comes by would know who the fuck she belongs to.

“How about we continue this back at my place?” I tease. “If we stay out here much longer, we’ll draw another audience, along with an indecent exposure charge.”

“You mean, our room with Eden,” she reminds me.

“It’ll be fine. We can put a sock on the door.”

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