Page 141 of Beautiful Liar

She reaches out, touches the cool glass wall. I stop behind her. She’s so fucking small. I want to protect and possess. I want to absorb her into me and make her fly at the same time.

I shut off my increasingly disturbing thoughts and plant my hands on either side of hers. Our bodies are so close I feel the soft heat vibrating off her. I want to bask in it so bad, my vision blurs. “You know where you are?”

She shakes her head. Her hair is styled up. I lean forward and bite lightly at her nape.

“You’re in front of a glass wall. The light is dimmed, but the glass is still see through. We’re on the thirtieth floor, but anyone who’s really looking can see you. What do you think about that, firecracker?” I whisper in her ear.

Her throat moves. “I…I don’t care.”

My cock jumps, slapping her lightly on the ass. “Why don’t you care?”

“Because I just want you to fuck me,” she replies shakily.

“So you don’t mind who sees me cramming that tight little pussy?”

She moans, a soft and needy sound that makes my cock slap her again. “Your body. Your pussy. However you want it.”

A red haze blankets me. “Jesus. Where the fuck did you come from?” The raw question burns my throat. Another million alien sensations lance me as I place my hands over hers.

I don’t even need to tell her to part her legs, pout her sexy rump toward me. I bend my knees long enough for my cock to find her entrance. An upward thrust sends her to her toes. Her scream is fucking ambrosia. She turns her head and places her cheek against the glass. And I fuck her long and hard and deep until she comes and collapses into my arms.

I carry her sweet weight to the rug before the fireplace. Wait for her to catch her breath. Then I take her ass.

The living room becomes our dirty little playground long after the horizon tinges grey and orange.

She’s almost comatose when I slide into her pussy once more. Her back to my front, I wrap both arms around her shoulders and waist. Trap her to me. I revel in her shudders as I rock in and out of her slick channel.

Words fill my head, rattle around, gather speed. Before I know it, they’re spilling out.

“I would keep you, Lucky. If I didn’t need to do this. If my life wasn’t a fucked up wasteland, I would keep you. Make you mine forever.”

She trembles at my words. I fuck her some more, absorb her weary little cries. She begins to unravel. Her inner clenches are as potent as her first orgasm, milk me just as firmly.

“I’m coming for you, firecracker. Coming so fucking hard…”

Her breath hitches, like she’s catching back a sob.

As release grips me in its relentless talons, I touch my fingers to the blindfold over her gorgeous eyes. They come away damp. She’s crying.

My own eyes sting with the torment of suddenly, for the first time in my life, wanting something I can’t have. Something I’m not worthy of.

And I don’t know what to do with all these fucking feelings.

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