Page 32 of Seductive Scoundrel

“So you weren’t using an app to make your cock look monster-sized.”

“As you can see, that wouldn’t be necessary.”

“God, you’re such an arrogant prick.”

“And yet you’ll still beg me to fuck you and further inflate my already gigantic ego.”

Her next retort dies on her pretty lips when I stroke my cock from root to tip, letting the pre-cum pool across her flat stomach. I grit my teeth when I twist my fist on the next upstroke, and use my free hand to bring the feather back between her legs. The lightest flick across her clit combined with the vision of what she does to me sends her body bucking wildly as she peaks with a scream before I’ve even truly touched her.

My cock jumps in protest because,goddamn, I bet that pussy is tightening like a fist, and all I want to do is dip my head between her legs and drink her while my fingers stroke her g-spot. Something tells me that Mia has quite the set of lungs, and will not only scream but also squirt.

When I pull my boxer briefs off and then release Mia’s hands, she immediately reaches for me. I capture her wrists in one fist and then throw her over my shoulder, grabbing a condom and then carrying her outside to the balcony.

“I’m going to fuck you while the city watches,” I tell her.

It’s pitch black and completely private, so while we can see the outside world, no one can see us. She doesn’t need to know that I’d never let anyone get a look at her sexy body, which I’m already thinking of as my own private view.

I push her against the balcony with her ass pressed against my cock. “Put your hands on the railing and don’t move them or I’ll stop.”

“I can barely stand,” Mia gasps.

“You don’t have to do anything.” I slide the condom on, grip her hips, and take all of her weight before driving my cock inside her with one smooth thrust.

“Holy fuck.” Mia is already screaming, and even though a ball gag would be fun, I don’t give a shit who hears us.

She’s tight as hell, and it takes a few beats for her body to accommodate me. I try to take away the ache by using my free hand to palm her clit, but I don’t stop my slow, steady, and relentless drives into the body I’ve been dreaming about for what feels like years.

When she simultaneously grinds against my hand and pushes back against me asking for more, an unfamiliar groan rumbles in my chest. Typically, I’m nearly silent during sex except for issuing commands, but Mia challenges everything about me.

I switch from using my palm to the precision of my fingers, strumming her clit like I own it – because I do – and the unexpected, delicious tightening around my cock is the sexiest vice grip imaginable.

“Fuck,” I groan. I knew it wouldn’t take long to learn Mia’s body, but her response is even better than I expected. “I am not ready to come.”

She takes advantage of my momentarily stunned state and snakes one of her hands down between us. Usually, women don’t have a goddamn clue how to touch balls, but Mia doesn’t hesitate at all, taking me into her palm and giving me a squeezing massage.

“But I want you to come,” she purrs.

For the first time in my life, black pinpricks of light blur my vision just from the sole act of a woman touching me. And that’s when I realize Mia is always going to need rope around her limbs, or else I’m going to lose my fucking mind – and that’s not acceptable.

At least she can’t see my face.

“You greedy girl,” I growl. “That’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

My fingers are digging so hard into her hips that she’s going to be permanently marked. I lift her off the ground like she’s a doll built for my pleasure, and vicious thrusts have her screams echoing through the city. I’m fucking her so hard that I’m surprised she doesn’t break in two.

But she keeps crying for more.

Jesus Christ.

This woman is going to destroy me.

One final thrust has me emptying inside her, groaning louder than I ever have. Her body is the sweetest release. She comes again when I do, her pussy milking the last of my come, and it’s so sexy that I don’t even know what I’m going to do with her.

One night isn’t enough, that’s for sure.

I set her back on her feet and spin her to face me. She’s boneless in my arms, and I dip my head to kiss her for the first time since we got here, slow and tender in sharp contrast to what we just did. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow her sounds, suddenly overcome by tenderness for the beautiful woman trembling in my arms.

This time when I scoop her up, I’m gentle and cradle her against my chest. She nuzzles into my neck, and I find myself kissing the top of her head, which I’m quite certain has never happened before.

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