“I have a feeling he likes you too,” I grin.
We share a tender kiss.
“Baby?” I whisper.
“Mmm?”
“Ruin me.”
There’s that wicked intemperance in his eyes again.
The look he gave me on the dance floor.
He holds out his palm.
“Spit.”
I do as I’m told.
“One foot on the curb,” he orders.
Shielding my body, he pulls me close.
“Hold tight,” he murmurs.
Leaning against the frame, I take him inside me once again.
His groan is savage.
I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the glass as he rides me raw.
So fucking hot.
This time, he doesn’t hold back.
Jaw tightening, he doubles the pace.
The thick heat of the night forms soft curls against my brow.
“More,” I cry.
Me and my stupid mouth, getting me in trouble again.
But I can’t help myself.
“You want this cock?”
“Mmmm,” I whimper.
I crave it like nothing else.
“Then play for me,” he says. “I like watching you do that.”
Friction mounts between my fingers.
Reaching beneath my thigh, he lifts my knee to the rail.
Deep and slow he moves inside me, pleasure rolling like a freight train.
