\u00a0<\/p>\n
Those dark blue eyes were fixed on mine through the glass. He leaned in, his breath fanning hot over my neck as he pressed a kiss just below my ear, and then lower, across my shoulder, down my spine, dragging fire along every inch of my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPrincess,\u201d he murmured, voice rich and dark, \u201cdon\u2019t you want to be fucked this way?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pressed his hips forward, just enough to slide the swollen head of his cock inside me, barely stretching me, then he stopped. I gasped, back arching.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLooking down at the world like a queen,\u201d he whispered, \u201cpowerful, admired, and untouchable.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hand clamped tightly around my waist, holding me in place, while the other slid up, fingers curling lightly around my throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He reached for my dress, slowly tugging it down, but when the fabric resisted, he tore it without hesitation, letting it fall to the floor in shreds, leaving me completely exposed beneath his gaze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I parted my lips to complain, but he rolled his hips again, stealing my breath and keeping me right on the edge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He growled, low and filthy, lips brushing against my earlobe. \u201cBut underneath all that elegance, you\u2019re just my good little slut. Dripping for me, needing me, letting me fuck you right against this glass where anyone could watch.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shuddered, my knees nearly giving out. What was he even saying Why wasn\u2019t I slapping him and pushing him away? I should\u2019ve hated every word, but fuck, my pussy clenched tighter. His voice, his words, they turned me on so much I ached to have him inside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou like the idea, don\u2019t you?\u201d he continued, teasing his cock along my soaked entrance, slow and torturous. \u201cOf someone seeing you, seeing your perfect body bent over the window, spread open for me, seeing how well you take me. Watching your face while I pound you so hard you forget your own name.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNnhg.\u201d I moaned, dizzy from the heat between my legs, from the filth he was whispering, from how much I wanted it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think they\u2019re watching?\u201d he purred. \u201cMaybe some businessman in that tower over there\u2019s jacking off to the sight of your pretty body, watching your tits press against the glass, your mouth open in moans, seeing your pussy take every inch of me like you need it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God\u2026 y-yes,\u201d I moaned, the word slipping out before I could stop it. My body was already trembling, aching. I couldn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
My good the stat\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
handle it again. I didn\u2019t care anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes what?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cY-Yes, daddy\u201d I whispered, my voice shaking with desperation. Please, fuck tne.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want to be filled, princess,\u201d he groaned. \u201cYou want to be ruined right here, where the whole city could witness how much of a filthy little thing you really are for daddy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, please make a mess out of me. Please\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I saw that damn cocky smirk in the reflection. He didn\u2019t have to say a word. The look on his face told me exactly what he was about to do.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hands slid around my hips. One sharp tug and I was pressed back against him. His chest against my spine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck, I love when you beg,\u201d he growled into my ear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could speak, before I could even breathe, his hand tightened around my waist, and I felt the thick, hard press of him nudging at my entrance. My eyes widened. My lips parted in a gasp as he started to push in, stretching me, forcing me to take him inch by inch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAhhh.\u201d I moaned out loud. The pain and pleasure, filling my head\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck,\u201d he hissed again. \u201cYou\u2019re fucking tight.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He paused, deep inside, not moving. My legs trembled. My hands pressed against the glass, knuckles white. It felt like my body was being split apart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew it would hurt. I wasn\u2019t na\u00efve. He was the biggest I\u2019d ever seen. Way bigger than Matthew, this wasn\u2019t even a comparison.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t used to his size. My walls gripped him tightly. My whole body clenched, resisting, and welcoming him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRelax,\u201d he murmured against my skin. His lips were on my neck. He kissed and sucked on it. I moaned, my body betraying me, loosening around him a little. Then, his teeth grazed my skin, before he bit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that same moment, he slammed into me with one full thrust.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA-ahhh!\u201d I moaned sharply, voice strangled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His head dropped into the crook of my neck, breath ragged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A low, primal growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating into me. His body pressed down on me. I felt it in the way his cock twitched inside me, still buried to the hilt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t move right away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He just stayed there, stretching me, his body pressed to mine like he wanted to keep me caged between him and the glass.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pulled back, dragging every inch of his cock out until just the ti remained inside me. My body resisted, clenching hard. I heard him curse, his grip on my hips tightening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck,\u201d he hissed. \u201cYou\u2019re squeezing me like you don\u2019t want to let go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He slammed back into me, hard. My breath slammed into the glass in a foggy gasp. His rhythm was merciless, and deep. The glass rattled faintly with each powerful thrust, my breasts brushin against the cold surface every time he drove forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cD-daddy..\u201d My legs buckled.<\/p>\n
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