Page 101 of Worth Every Risk

“Do you like that idea?”

She moans as I keep playing with her pussy, and I know she does. I can’t get enough of her, of how turned on she is. “But… but… you could get in trouble. You could get fired.”

“No one is firing me, Aries,” I growl in her ear. “My name is on the building.”

I increase the pressure against her clit, and she lets out a series of stuttered gasps.She’s getting close. “What about me?” she pants.

“Be a good girl, and you can keep this job forever.” I finger-fuck her harder and faster, pressing on that spot inside until small shudders ripple through her body. Her hands cling tight to the railing in front of her and her back arches.

“Oh, oh, shit,” she mutters. “Matt…”

Her body goes rigid, and warm wetness gushes from her, pooling in my hand, streaming down my wrist. “Fuck,” I groan. “You just… shit. That went everywhere…”

Aries lets out a delightful sigh, sounding utterly blissed out as her body relaxes. “I squirted,” she admits as thought it's a completely regular occurrence. Clearly I'm more surprised by it than she is. “Are my jeans wet?”

“Your jeans? No. I think I got it.”

“Phew.” She huffs the tiniest laugh. “Sorry.”

I kiss her neck, flicking my hand so her juices spray the paving at our feet. “Don’t be fucking sorry. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Can you keep going?”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

My cock is achingly hard, and as I return my wet hand to her pussy, I use the other to undo my trousers.

“Fuck, Aries,” I murmur, sliding one hand around the base of my hard cock, and up to the tip, where a bead of pre-cum nestles.Always so ready.

I slide her jeans right to the floor and she steps out of them, exposing her soft curves to the night air. I grab her hips, manoeuvring her so I can slide my cock through the lips of her wet pussy. She’s shorter than I am, so my thighs will burn with the effort of holding this position, but it’ll be worth it.

“Fuck me,” she moans. “I’m ready. Fuck me hard with that huge dick.”

I laugh, making her laugh, and something about how ridiculous we are, and yet how hot this still manages to be, has warmth spreading through my chest.

I do exactly as she asks, slamming into her, our skin slapping together as I simultaneously tease her swollen clit.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she murmurs, her hips writhing against my fingers. “Right there. Yes. Keep that—”

I rail into her harder, cutting off her words. I speed up the circular movements over her clit and she moans, louder now—oh, oh, oh, oh—over and over. With each of her delirious moans, pleasure sparks up my shaft.

I drive into her harder, seeking out my orgasm,herorgasm, like my survival depends on it.

With an explosive cry, and a sound that’s almost a scream, Aries’ walls pulse around my dick as uncontrollable jerks of pleasure take over her body.

I hold her up as I take my final thrusts, my orgasm unspooling at the base of my spine and erupting.

My muscles tense and my jaw tightens as my cum spurts into Aries’ perfect pussy, even as she’s still whimpering and clenching around my dick.

As our breathing returns to normal, Aries leans her head down between her shoulders. “I’m definitely having a dessert,” she pants. “I think I’ve earned it.”

“Indeed,” I agree, pulling a cotton handkerchief from my pocket. It’s perfectly ironed and folded into a square. I pass it to her and she stares at it for a moment before a burst of laughter escapes her. “How old are you?” she asks, as she runs her fingertip over the monogrammed corner. “This is such an old man handkerchief.”

“Hey.” I slap her exposed arse gently. “My father got them for all of us.”

“What’s the J stand for?” Her fingernail flicks at the embroidered middle initial.

“James.”

“Matthew James Hawkston. Nice.” She unfolds the fabric and places it between her thighs. “Ready,” she says, and I slide out as she catches the mess and wipes herself down.

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