“It would be a shame to waste the outfit,” he said, turning me toward the mirror at the front of the hall.
“It would.” I nodded.
He grinned and pointed at the bench. “Bend over.”
Without hesitating, I bent over in front of the floor-length mirror. My hands held onto the bench as Josh stepped in behind me. He kicked my legs apart.
“Your eyes never leave that mirror,” he stated sternly. “You’re going to watch me fuck you senseless, so you can see what you do to me.”
I had never fucked in front of a mirror. I barely liked the lights on and yet, somehow, right now it was downright erotic. The way my tits spilled out of my outfit, the way I could see him behind me, was intimate in a way I’d never known, or wanted. Scratch that. I was eager for it. My eyes stayed focused on the mirror. “Did you like that tap on your ass earlier?”
I nodded. Because for some reason, I did.
“You like being marked by me?” he croaked.
“Yes.”
Smack.
I sucked in a breath. It felt so good and so naughty at the same time.
“This is mine,” he says, adding another smack. “My hips.” He rubbed his dick against me. “My ass.” He nipped at it, making me whimper. It felt so fucking good.
“Say it.”
I didn’t.
Smack.
“Say it.”
“Yours,” I said breathlessly.
“Louder,” he commanded.
“Yours!” I cried out loudly as his palm connected with my ass. The sting almost made me orgasm right then.
“You like that?”
I all but panted, “Yes.”
And then without any more warning, he slammed into me. I moaned in pleasure.
“More,” I begged.
He slid in and out of me. My eyes were glued to the mirror, watching him fuck me. His fingers dug deep into my hips as he pushed in and out, and I loved it. I fucking loved watching him come undone through the glass.
“You do this to me,” he groaned. “You make me crazy for you,” he growled, as he repeatedly slammed into me. My orgasm built with each of his confessions.
“I love watching you fuck me,” I cried.
Our bodies moved together. The sound of my wetness rang out across the apartment and I didn’t even care. I wanted people to know I was being fucked in the best possible way. And it was that thought that took me over the edge and my orgasm ripped through me. Josh was right behind me, panting and sweating, as he spilled inside me. We both glanced at each other in the glass’s reflection. Our hair was matted from sweat, our chests were heaving, and we both were sporting ridiculous grins. He gently pulled out of me and helped me stand.
With no other words, he tugged me into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and peeled me out of my lingerie.
CHAPTER 35
JOSH
