Page 115 of Titan

“I’m only a greedy slut for you.”

His hand tightened around my hip.

“You’re mine. All mine,” he growled in my ear.

He punctuated his words by thrusting deeper. I moaned louder, closing my eyes as I pressed my forehead to the glass. Gil wasn’t exactly small, but he felt so fucking good as he impaled me on his length. I was panting and whimpering when he finally seated himself inside me.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, pressing himself against my back.

“Yeah. Just give me a sec, okay?”

He stroked my hip to let me know it was. It wasn’t so much I was struggling to take him, but I needed a moment to adjust to the fullness.

The hand he had been using to guide himself inside me curled around my behind, pulling my cheek open. I glanced at him, finding my boyfriend staring down at where his cock was buried in me. Perhaps it was a novelty to him since it was the first time he’d done anal with a woman.

“Do you like what you see?”

A small smile played on his lips.

“Seeing you all stretched out on my cock is…” He took a breath. “It’s making me want to fuck you so hard, you scream. I want everyone to hear you and know I’m the one making you sound like that. No one else is going to fuck you as well as I do.”

I pressed one of my hands to my mouth, trying not to combust on the spot. Not only was this man too attractive for his own good, but the mouth on him was something else entirely. I wouldn’t tolerate anyone else telling me these things unless it was part of a scene. Even then, it never felt the same as when he did it.

“Make me scream.”

“Oh, Theia… with pleasure.”

I flattened my palm against the window again as he pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside me. When he thrust back inside me, there was force behind it, making me see double for the briefest of moments.

“Look at them. They have no fucking idea,” he said to me a moment later, his breath against my ear. “They’re going about their day while I’m buried all up inside you. Even if they did look up, they’d never know which of your little holes I’m fucking.”

My knees did buckle then, but I was stuck between the glass and Gil’s body. He was holding me up as he gave it to me, each thrust making me shake harder from the intensity.

“That’s it. Take it like a good little slut. Let me make you feel good.”

“Gil,” I gasped, failing to remain remotely composed.

I was panting and arching into him, wanting more. Needing everything he had to give. He let go of my hip and laced our fingers together on the glass.

“Louder, slut. Let them hear you.”

He tugged me back into him, adjusting the angle to allow him to fuck me even harder and deeper than before. I didn’t bite down on my lip like I wanted to. No, I cried out, the sound echoing around my skull.

“That’s my good little slut. Sing my fucking praises. They should know how well you take me, how much you need my dick pounding your little holes until you cry and come all over it.”

“More,” I panted, “more, Gil, please, fuck me.”

The glass in front of my face was so misted up I couldn’t see a damn thing, but it didn’t matter. I was too far gone to care. Gil’s pace was brutal. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure carry me away. I cried out until my voice grew hoarse. It was the most intense and frantic sex I’d ever had. He was relentless, leaving me utterly at his mercy. It was right where I wanted to be.

My free hand dropped from the glass, sliding between my legs. I rubbed my clit with my fingers, desperate to find that release with him. He growled in my ear with his approval. I was undone from that noise, rubbing little circles around my clit until I was hitting the right spot with every stroke.

It started deep inside me. This gnawing urge to fall apart. Spots started to form in my vision as the dam cracked. And when it burst through, I let out a voiceless scream, drowning in the intensity of my orgasm. This wasn’t the same as the other times we’d fucked. Anal orgasms always felt different. It was why I enjoyed getting fucked this way so much.

My face smashed against the glass as I came down and my body went limp against his. Gil held onto me, continuing to fuck me. It left me with little aftershocks. I opened my eyes and stared at the room below us. No one had looked up. No one was even paying attention. It didn’t matter to me. It was the thought of them being able to see that had turned me on.

“Good little slut,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my ear, “coming so prettily on my cock.”

Would I ever get enough of the way he praised and degraded me at the same time? I didn’t think so. It was my kryptonite. And the fact he was so willing to oblige was everything to me.

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