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His demands made everything else fall away. I was able to ignore the possibility of someone watching, that someone might hear the way I screamed when I came for him. I lost myself in everything that was the two of us.
Our connection went deeper than the physical. It was visceral and raw and dirty, but utterly perfect.
“Please,” I begged. I wrapped my arms around his neck and used his body as leverage to grind myself up and down his thick length. One of his hands splayed across my lower back while the other worked its way between us so that his thumb brushed against my clit. When I rocked my hips, my pussy ground against his thumb.
A delicious tremor cascaded through me.
My inner walls gripped at his cock, and I lost myself on it. I didn’t care that my body was heating up or that droplets of sweat were rolling down my back because I knew he didn’t either. He groaned with pleasure as I writhed on top of him like a dirty little whore because I was his and he was the only one who was ever going to see me like this.
I’d lose myself for him because it was all worth it.
My core squeezed tight, billowing and spiraling with fervent desire. It swelled bigger and bigger until at long last I approached the edge of orgasm.
“Come. I want to feel the way your pussy squeezes my cock, bad girl,” he whispered, and his breath swept across my simmering flesh. His thumb pressed more firmly against my clit, and I shuddered hard as a vicious flare of desire shot out straight from my core.
That orgasm slammed into me with such ruthless force that it sent me reeling. Brilliantly hot and fiery pleasure surged through every single inch of me. My nerves were electrified, sparking with a vicious current so intense that my fingers and toes curled.
My nails dug into his back because I needed to hold on for dear life. He growled, spurring me on and I bucked on top of him with reckless abandon.
With every roll of my hips, his cock sank deeper into me, grinding against a spot hidden inside me that promised an even greater orgasm if I kept on going.
“That’s it. Ride me like the bad girl I know you to be,” he purred, and I couldn’t help but do exactly what he wanted because I wanted it too.
My movements were wild, uncontrolled, and entirely unhinged. I didn’t care that I was screaming and moaning loud enough that someone was sure to hear. I cared even less about someone seeing me. I ignored the sensitive pain that came after that first orgasm, pushing through it because I desperately wanted another, and I would do whatever I needed to do to get it.
Now the only thing that mattered was me and Cyrus.
His cock and my pleasure.
I was insatiable. My cries revealed just how much I was enjoying myself. I was a desperate needy girl riding her man’s cock outside on the balcony of his penthouse. He wanted to see me break on top of him and I was going to do just that because pleasing him would make it that much sweeter.
My core squeezed tighter, like the string on a bow about to snap. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I knew that all was soon to be lost.
I rode his cock to a second, more powerful orgasm that made my legs tremble and my heart pound so hard I thought it would escape my chest. I arched and threw my head back, rolling my body and taking his cock so deep that I knew I would feel it for the rest of the day if not until tomorrow.
By the time that second orgasm crested, I was a breathy mess of satisfied woman and I quivered knowing that there was still so much more to come.
His hands grasped under my arms, and he lifted me straight up off his cock. He gave me no time to catch my breath as he carried me over to the railing. He placed my feet gently on the balcony floor before he grabbed my arms and turned me to face the city.
“Bend over and hold onto the railing,” he instructed.
I keened nervously as my fingers circled the metal poles. He kicked open my thighs so that I was spread wide for him.
“Mhmmm. I’m going to enjoy this part very much,” he mused, and I whimpered as he slammed his cock into me with cruel force. He fucked me hard enough to edge me toward another release, but he stopped and pulled out right before I could reach completion.
I groaned with disappointment, but went silent as soon as the tip of his cock pressed against my asshole.
“You’re so wet that I can take this tight hole without any lube at all,” he murmured. “I’m going to be honest though. That will probably make it hurt quite a bit more for you.”
I squeaked with anxious arousal.
“But I know you now, my Ava. You like it when it hurts,” he continued, and he thrust forward hard. The head of his cock speared into my ass like a hot iron spike. I screamed as a vicious surge of agony spiraled around my asshole. My legs shook as it continued up and down my spine. It hurt, but it made my pussy throb with spiteful pleasure.
He was right. I didn’t just like this. I needed this.
Roughly, he worked himself inside my ass. He was far more ruthless than he’d been when he took my anal virginity the first time, but there was a certain beautiful brutality to it that I both loved and hated.
Every inch hurt. Every thrust burned, but it all came together to make me come alive.
