Page 174 of Sinning for Santa

“What are we doing up here?” I ask, remembering the last time we were here.

I’d snuck up here and hidden, watching him freak out down on the street while he and his men searched for me.

That was back when he led me to believe that he was going to kill me. Or at least, could kill me if I didn’t behave.

“The view is good from here.” He smirks, looking pointedly at me as he stalks towards me while I back up, and grin, making sure he sees me roll my eyes. “Why did you cry that day when I found you praying up here?”

Wow, that day feels so long ago but it was just a few days ago. On Wednesday.

“Remember I told you, the prayer was because the devil was coming for me.” I remind him. “I thought you were going to kill me, but then you said you’ll always come for me, and I wasn’t scared of that. You were the devil and I wasn’t scared, butthe funny thing is, God, always made me feel scared. Shameful. Not good enough.”

Devon nods. “I remember. I also asked you if you really wanted to be saved from me.” He shoves me backwards then, onto the box seat much like he did that day. Leaning over me, I’m forced to lay back like last time too. “And then I said, one day soon, I’m gonna fuck you right here in front of this window. I’m gonna let the whole fucking town see how much your cunt craves my cock.”

My cheeks flare to life at the reminder of his words, and heat pools between my legs.

“You’re not going to do that.” I challenge, and he perks a single brow.

“Aren’t I?”

There’s no need to try and coerce me, I’m right there with him as our lips clash, my hands fisting in his hair and his gripping my arse, squeezing.

In a matter of seconds, he frees me of my panties, flips me on my belly, and hitches up my dress.

“I’m going to punish this pussy, Jaxcen,” he rasps, sinking two fingers inside me even as he hoists me up to set me on all fours.

“Yes. Please.” I beg like a wanton whore, desperate for him. Desperate for every little thing he wants to do to my body.

I can hear his belt buckle and then his fly as his fingers move inside me, before he removes them and replaces the loss with the thick girth of his cock.

I cry out, my eyes wide as he slams into me, my gaze on the street below, on his men, and the women, and the fact anyone could look up here and see us just adds to the erotic experience.

“Fuck, I love your tight cunt, Jax. It was made for my cock,” he grits out, pumping his dick into me as I try to remain upright. “Your arse looks so good. I’d fuck that too if I didn’t care about wasting my cum.”

“Just do it,” I pant, not entirely sure I want that, because I literally have no idea if I can handle it, but my words make him groan,like he’s contemplating giving up on the idea of trying to knock me up and fuck my arse, but then his fingers slide around his cock, like he’s getting them wet, and then he presses one to my back entrance.

A thrill rushes through me. I really loved it when he did that to me last time. I wasn’t sure I could take it, but it was something else entirely, so I can’t help but push back against him, taking his finger deep.

“Awww, fuck yesss. I wish you could see how your arse opens up for me. So fucking greedy.”

A whimper escapes me as his words work their magic just as much as his dick and fingers do.

“I’m putting another finger in,” he says as he presses another digit to my back passage. “Relax for me, beautiful. Let me in.”

I moan as I relax, wanting more than his finger there.

I want him to just fill me in every way possible, and I don’t even understand that, yet it’s a yearning I can’t deny.

“Fuck, yes. Open up that filthy hole for me even more.”

I fall to my elbows, which seems to help, opening my passage to him, and it’s then that I feel him adding a third finger.

“Atta girl, you take me so fucking well.”

I moan loudly, feeling my climax rushing at me fast, and Devon must be able to tell, because he starts thrusting faster. His dick. His fingers. Sending me into the stratosphere.

“Fuuuck. I can feel my cock with my fingers,” he moans, his voice a higher pitch than I’ve ever heard it, and so too is his guttural roar as he comes hard.

I’ve completely forgotten about the fact people could be watching. I don’t even care. Let them see. Let everyone see the way Devon loves me.

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