Page 83 of Beauty and the Daddy
Okay, I don't hate it at all.
My heart pounds as I stare down at the drop below, the gardens spread out before me.
"Anyone could see," I gasp. It's just an observation, not fear.
"Good." His hands slide my panties down my thighs. "Let them see that you're mine."
The head of his cock presses against my entrance, teasing.
"Say it," he demands, his hands now gripping my hips. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I breathe, arching back against him. "God, Luca, I'm yours."
He slams into me in one brutal thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, my hands tightening on the rail.
"That's it," he grunts, setting a punishing pace. "Take it all."
The balcony becomes a metronome; my body becomes an answer; we find the kind of rhythm that feels like the world breaking, and I egg it on because I'm trouble like that.
"Look out there," he growls with his mouth at my temple. "Let my whole kingdom see who you belong to."
"Then give them a show," I gasp, pushing back to take every brutal, beautiful inch of his cock. God, the way he fucks me wrecks every defense I brought to this party.
His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, using the leverage to drive deeper.
"You feel so fucking good," he pants. "So tight. So wet."
I can't form words, just broken moans and gasps as he pounds into me. The warm hardness of him inside me, the danger of being outside—it's all too much and not enough.
"Harder," I beg, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Please, Luca, harder."
One hand slides up to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back further. The new angle hits crevices I didn't know existed.
"Everyone on this estate can hear you," he growls in my ear. "They all know who's making you scream. Who's fucking you so good you can't keep quiet."
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. The thought of being watched, of being heard, shouldn't turn me on this much. But it does.
"Let them hear," I gasp. "Let them all know."
"You like that, don't you? The thought of being watched while I take you."
"Yes," I admit, shameless in my pleasure. "God, yes."
His free hand snakes around to find my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. His cock is like a lever, filling up the well inside me and any fucking second now…
He doesn't let me linger. He pins me there, filling into me with a pace that makes me shameless. Filthy words, filthy promises, the kind that would get us both arrested in a church. I'm nothing but yes and more, and his name bitten into the dark.
It builds quick and mean—coil, spark, detonation. I grab the rail so hard I might carve his name into it. The city blurs; the sky whites at the edges; my body arches and locks andgoes.
The orgasm starts deep inside and gushes out until I'm shaking, crying to the stars. My inner walls are out of control around him, milking him, pulling him deeper.
He follows me, voice gone wrecked, his grip on my hips turning savage as heat tears through him. He buries a curse in my shoulder and holds me while his cum gushes down my legs.
For a long moment, we stay like that, panting, connected, his chest pressed against my back.
Then, slowly, he pulls out. I wince at the emptiness, at the sudden chill where his body had been warming mine.
But he doesn't go far. He turns me in his arms, pulling me against his chest, his heart hammering against mine.
