Page 118 of Torrid Passion
“Your tight little pussy. Fucking Mine.” The possessiveness in his words is intoxicating.
How am I ever going to want another guy after this?
He grips my hips harder, and the lewd rhythmic sound of skin smacking against skin as he pumps in and out of my pussy is hot as hell.
Blaring sirens and honking cars below us call for my attention. Through the curtain of my hair, I watch as the city buzzes with activity. LA is going about its business as I’m getting fucked by a god with a very filthy mouth.
Can anyone see us?
Are the buildings over there close enough?
Would anyone actually pull out their phone and start recording?
My eyes shift on the horizon where a helicopter hovers in the sky.
Paparazzi?
I’m sure I’m making too much out of it.
We’re too high up for anyone to recognize me. And that chopper is too far away. They might see my silhouette and they’ll easily fill in the blanks, but they wouldn’t know a Hollywood princess is shamelessly taking her pleasure. Still, the thought is exhilarating and gets me off, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
God.
This is crazy.
Scratch that.
This is daring. Risky. Dangerous. And thrilling.
This is so unlike me.
Only Loki could take me there.
The man I can’t seem to resist moves in and out of my dripping pussy unbothered. He pumps into me in forceful thrusts, prompting little sobs.
Before long, a delightful buildup clenches at my core.
“Oh, sweet Lord. I’m coming.”
“I’m close, too,” he rasps. “I want to feel your pussy clamp down hard on my cock, forcing me to spill my cum.”
“Okay,” I pant.
Loki shifts, circling my waist with one arm. For a second I’m confused, but then I feel his hand sliding down my tummy until his fingers part my pussy.
“Use my fingers. Grind, baby,” he commands, gliding his digits against my throbbing clit.
I gyrate my hips back and forth, chasing my climax.
There are no words to describe this. No words.
The change in position has him going deeper, the new sensation more demanding, more intense. His thrusts shorten and quicken, forcing panted breaths out of me until it’s a struggle to breathe.
As I stroke my clit faster and faster, my whole body starts trembling.
“Oh, yes, Loki…” I hiss.
I move my hips frantically against his fingers, working my clit to match the way the head of his cock creates the most delicious friction against a spot inside me.
