Page 38 of Stuck On Them

I stood up straight, pulling my fingers from her and bringing them to my mouth to suck them clean.

“Good girl. You did amazing.” I kissed her inner thigh before reaching for my belt buckle and pausing. “Do you want me to stop?”

She made a sound of protest and shook her head. I undid my pants but didn’t pull them down, needing them to remain up so I could move.

“Sit up.” As soon as she did, I pulled the tie from her mouth and kissed her.

She’d done so beautifully, and I’d hazard a guess that was her first time being gagged with something other than a cock.

I wrapped her legs around me and carried her into the dining room, right in line with a view of the building a block away. I broke our kiss, gently lowering her to the ground.

She looked behind her at the window and her head snapped back to me. “Someone will see.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a condom.

She looked down with wide eyes as I pushed my pants and boxers down and rolled on the condom. “I’ve never been with someone who had a piercing.”

“It’s going to feel amazing.” At least I hoped it would. Every once in a while, a woman would complain about it. “Turn around.”

She tilted her head, confused, but did as I asked. Holy fucking chocolate chip cannoli, her ass was amazing, and I couldn’t help myself from leaning forward and biting into it.

Her gasp unraveled the last thread of control I had, and I pushed her against the table, standing up just enough to line up, and then slammed into her. She cried out, but I didn’t care if Ryker heard and came storming out. She was mine right then and he’d have to cut my dick off to get me to stop.

I hooked my foot around the chair, pulling it closer, before pulling her backward onto my lap as I sat. I was so deep inside her, and it felt so good I nearly came.

“Ride my cock, Paige. Ride it like it’s yours to keep.” I bit her shoulder blade, and she began to move.

She was slow at first, getting the hang of how to move in the direction she was facing, but with each torturous thrust, I could feel her relaxing.

“Does that feel good? It’s hitting that spot inside of you, isn’t it?” I kissed along her shoulder. “I bet you look magnificent from across the table... or from the building.”

Her pussy squeezed around me. “Nobody is watching.”

“Mm.” I licked the shell of her ear. “You can’t know that. They wouldn’t want to be caught watching.”

She whimpered, her body lifting farther off me each time she moved. “They can’t see much.”

“They can see enough.” I reached around her and dragged the table closer. “Now, fuck me, Paige. Fuck me like you hate me for letting them watch.”

She leaned forward slightly, her forearms on the table, and looked back over her shoulder at me. “Like this?” She lifted almost all the way off my cock and sat her ass back down.

“Fuuuuuck, yes. Just like that.” I held onto her hips to keep her steady. “Let them see your tits bounce.”

She began moving, using the table as leverage. “You feel so good.”

“So do you.” I reached around, cupping one of her breasts. “I bet whoever is watching right now is touching themselves.”

Her pace increased. She liked the idea of someone watching, or at least me talking about it.

“If it were a couple, she’d want him to take her just like this.” I ran my hand up and down her spine. “Or maybe he’d let her watch as he knelt in front of her and spread her legs.”

The sensations grew and grew as she bounced harder on me, and I couldn’t continue my play-by-play of the hypothetical onlookers.

It wasn’t long until I was on the edge. “Goddamn it, Paige! You are fucking perfect,” I roared and thrust up to meet her each time.

With one last grinding thrust, I spilled inside her, my orgasm hitting me so hard I couldn’t inhale for a moment.

She pushed back, grinding her pussy against me as I wrapped my arm around her and rubbed her clit.

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