Page 13 of Seal My Fate

No!

I bite my lip to keep from wailing, already trying to thrust back and to keep him deep inside. But Saint grips my hips tightly, keeping me pinned there in place as he withdraws, until only the tip of his cock is nudging at my entrance, leaving me shaking and clenching to have him back inside. Filling me up, the way he belongs. The way Ineed.

“Saint, please…” I gasp with longing.

“That’s right, darling,” I can hear the satisfaction thick in his voice. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

I twist, panting, trying to look at him, but Saint just smirks and turns me firmly back to face the view. The courtyard. And the few people still bustling around below. Right now, they’re oblivious to our sexy game, but if I cry out, if I raise my voice at all, they’ll hear us.

They’ll look up, and see…

Me.

Breasts bouncing, half-naked, bent over the balcony, being fucked senseless.

Oh God.

Excitement and panic hums through me, mingling with the desire already flooding my bloodstream.I can’t.Not here.Fuck. This isn’t some masked party, or the privacy of the club. This is in public, broad daylight. Well, sunset. But either way, it’s wilder and more shocking than anything we’ve ever done before.

He can’t be serious…

Can he?

“Please,” I murmur softly. “Saint, please…”

“I can’t hear you, baby.” He runs his fingers down my back, scratching softly. Making my whole body shiver, crying out for the friction deep inside where I need it most.

“Please,” I whisper again. “Please fuck me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Not loud enough.” Saint lands a teasing spank on my ass, and I yelp. “Oh fuck,” he groans, sinking into me, just a little. “You like that, don’t you? I can feel your pussy clench.”

He spanks me again, and I try to thrust back, needing more of him. Fuck, just a few inches more. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of an epic orgasm, desperate to fall all the way.

But Saint keeps me trapped there, stone rough against my stomach, one hand heavy on my bare back; barely filling me up.

“You know what I’m waiting for,” he reminds me, grinding up, just a little. Enough to make me sob. “Ask for it nicely. Ask nice and loud, and I’ll give you what you need. All the way to the fucking hilt.”

I moan, stranded there on the precipice of pleasure. My whole body is a live wire now, taut with need, and every tiny shift and movement of his swollen cock inside me feels magnified, dragging with a wicked friction, driving me out of my mind.

But there are still people in the courtyard below us. Still people who would hear…

Then his hand slips between my legs again and gives my clit the whisper of a caress.

I can’t take it. I break.

“Please!” the word falls from my lips in a fevered cry. “Please, more!”

“Louder.” Saint rubs me again, and I sob, out of my mind.

“Please! Oh God, please fuck me!”

“Louder, baby.”

“Saint!” My voice rings out loudly—fuck, too loud!—as Saint finally grips my hips, yanks me back, and slams all the way home with a ragged groan.

Oh. My. God.

I scream, my voice echoing in pleasure over the courtyard. Someone turns, looking up. A woman, I see, as the thrill and shame and pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, but then Saint is snapping his hips, driving into me again, deeper this time,fuck, and I lose my mind in the illicit rush. I squeeze my eyes shut and just surrender to the moment, not caring about anything but the thick thrust of his cock and his low groans of pleasure and the relentless rhythm that fills me up,owns me, drives me over the edge.

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