by Daphne Dawn
I swipe my thumb along her clit in slow rotations until she can't take it anymore. I'm gonna make her body explode from the inside out.
She exhales one final breath as she comes around me hard. Her pussy tightens around my hand, and I feel her body start to spasm.
I hold her closely, tightly so that she doesn't topple over the edge of this balcony. She's far and above from reality; I can tell by the euphoric expression on her face.
I pull my fingers out and let her continue to spasm.
Then I drag my soaking wet fingers over her mouth so that she can taste herself. She takes one and then the other finger and sucks on them slowly, tasting her own essence.
The fact that she does this nearly sets me over my own edge. I'm gonna have to have her tonight, and soon. Once again, I feel I can't wait to get back to the penthouse to claim her.
But there's got to be a place in this building where we can go unseen.
I need Jenna, now.
People at the bar are watching us, but I’m certain they can't tell what's going on. From their position, it just looks like I'm holding her and that we're looking off into the night sky. No one has a clue about the fact that I've just made Jenna come like there's no tomorrow.
She looks up at me with lust in her eyes, and I can tell she has a certain fervor that needs to be met.
"Follow me," I say as I take her hand and lead her off the balcony through the bar, the restaurant, and into the main hallway.
I look around for a secret exit, a way to take Jenna somewhere no one will notice.
There's the elevator, but that's not gonna give us enough time. There's the service elevator that might be a better option. My eyes dart around the building as I pull her along with me. Finally, I find an underused stairwell.
This is our spot. I open the heavy door and take her inside.
By now we both want each other bad. Jenna is grasping my hand with an expediency that I can understand. I want this just as bad as she does.
She follows me down a couple flights of stairs, and then I push her into a corner.
She's all mine now.
17
Jenna
The white cinderblocks cool my heated back.
He's grazing my collarbone with his teeth.
Every part of this moment is hot.
I've never had sex in a stairwell before, nor have I been fingered on a glass balcony. There's been a lot of firsts tonight with Braden.
I guess that's what I like about him. Every day is different and every day we're together is a new adventure. If I’d known that somebody in the racing lifestyle would be like this, I’d have jumped in sooner.
We're both out for the same thing, the rush.
Maybe that's what attracted me to him all along. I knew he wasn't just a playboy. I knew he had layers of depth that I'm just starting to get to know and understand.
The more I find out about him, the more I like him. I know it doesn't help the fact that I'm torn between two worlds; whether to spy on him or not. But I'm not gonna think about that now. I'll focus on how he's about to fuck me in the stairwell and I'll never forget it.
"I want to take you home tonight," he growls into my ear. "But first, I just have to have you here."
I kiss him back, and it's a mad flurry of teeth and lips and seduction. He's grabbing my tits and trying to pull my dress off.
If anybody's watching right now we'd be in big trouble. This ups the ante for me and adds to the excitement.
What is it about Braden and me in public spaces?
"Tell me you want it," he says sternly.
I toy with him.
"What if I don't?"
My words make him flare with anger. He flashes me an erotic grin.
"I'll make you beg for it."
As if in a sign of my submission, he forces me down on my knees. He slides my dress up over my head and I'm naked. He's got his whole damn suit on, plus the trench coat, while here I am, nude, on my knees, in a stairwell.
He whips out his giant cock and the sight of it makes me feel brazen. I could do things to him that are out of my limits.
He wraps his fingers around my hair and spreads my lips open with his cock. I slide my tongue along his shaft.
Yes, he's got me begging for it. The sight of Braden's enormous cock always gets me wet. I need him inside of me, now.
But I resign myself to the fact that I do not control him here. He decides where and when. I trust him and he's usually always right.
For the moment, while it feels good to have his cock forcing its way down my throat, I can't help that tonight, all I want is for him to fuck me.
I moan around his cock because it feels so good and I'm getting so wet. I just came in and I'm ready to come again.
With one hand, he fingers my tits and with the other, he securely locks my head into place. He's forcing my head to rock back-and-forth along the length of his shaft.
I'm breathing and taking all of him in, as much as will fit. But all I can think is that I want more.
He's making me take him in deep, and it's rough, and I like it that way.
At the same time, that ache, the ever-persistent ache in my pussy is there. The only thing that can satisfy this is the feeling of him inside of me.
I want that enormous cock to fuck me into oblivion. I want to be filled up by it, punished by it, and undone by it. The only thing on my mind at this point his cock.
The idea that there's a huge cock sliding down my throat is nothing compared to the throbbing, pulsating pain radiating from within me. It's the pain of needing to be fucked.
I say none of this.
He thrusts into me and it’s not a gentle thrusting either. I open my mouth wide and try to take in his girth, as well as his length. It's damn near impossible but I don't give up.
I'm getting wetter by the second, as his cock becomes slick and coated with my spit. I almost want to start fingering myself, but then he'll know that I'm internally begging for it, just like he said I would be.
He forces himself deep into me for a long time. He's got me pinned to the corner, and if anybody walked by right now they'd think this was something out of a porn movie. Just my style.
I'm moaning out because I just can't help it. Braden is everything. Braden is life.
He looks down at me with a lustful, deviant kind of grin. He knows he's in control and he knows that he has me right where he wants me.
Seeing his dark eyes look down at me like this makes my pussy sticky. It is so much, to the point that I think my wetness is starting to drip all over the cement floor.
"Say it," he says through clenched teeth.
I'm silent aside from the slurping motion of me taking in his cock. I don't know why I'm defiant. It makes me feel good.
He forces himself down my throat, even more, making me gag. I want it so bad that I fear I'll cry out, with a lack of self-control.
He fucks my mouth when he knows what I really want is for him to move that enormous manhood inside of me.
"I could go like this all day, Jenna. You better say what I want to hear," he says as he pushes my head back-and-forth with a roughness that makes me desire more.
Choking on his cock feels so good. But it's not what I want. There's only one way I'm going to get what I want. And that's to tell him what he needs to hear. Fine.
I pull my head back and precum drips down the side of my lips. Before he's tempted to force me to return to the job I say what I need to say.
"I want you, Braden," I say with rebellious eyes. "I fucking want you, okay? Please, fuck me right here. I need it."
His eyes reflect the satisfaction of being right. I'm begging for it as he said I would.
Thank God, he jumps into action because I'm about to explode. He pulls me up and kisses me.
"Good girl,” he says gently. "Now, was that so hard?"
Yeah, it was. I hate admitting to him how bad I want him. I hate to admit to him that he's all I think about, that my bo
dy's starting to crave him in a primal way that I don't understand.
I'm in his strong arms, and he lifts me up and pushes me against the corner. My legs wrap around him.
His cock is right there, wet from my spit. He lifts my dress and slides it in easy. Inch by delicious inch, it's a mix of pain and pleasure. That's what I crave about him I guess.
I let go of small cries, whimpers even, as he inserts himself into me and it feels like divine bliss. I start to try to ride his cock, hoping for a release somehow, just to be relieved from this burning need. Everything in my body is telling me to get as much of him as possible.
"Is this what you’ve been wanting?" he says as he pushes it all the way in.
I'm gasping, trying to open all the way up to receive him. He goes slowly because I can't handle it faster now, not yet.
I hold onto his muscular shoulders and try to readjust my position that I can take in even more of his gorgeous length.
I avoid his eyes.
"Yes, Braden, this is what I want."
Without reserve, he fucks me hard. He pulls my chin up, so I'm forced to look at him.
"Look at me. Don't hide," he says.
I obey, but it's hard. To look at him means connecting. It means that this might amount to something more than what I'm ready for.
My back slams against the wall, but I don't even feel it because I'm so wrapped up in the feeling of him inside of me.
I'm spread wide, wide as can be. He takes control and fucks me hard...and fast, exactly how I like it.
Divine waves of pleasure easily come over me like I knew they would. It doesn't take much with him. Just the thought of Braden Masterson being inside of me is all I need to come.
"I'm coming. Braden, I'm coming," I say. "You feel so fucking good."
I'm trying to grind down into him, to help spread my orgasm over several minutes, but he doesn't even notice. He's plunging into me so hard. It's like he's in his own reality.
He closes his eyes and pushes into me for a few final throes. And with that, he gasps a frayed breath. I know he's reaching his climax and I come again and again, knowing that we're achieving this moment together.
Braden is everything to me. That's becoming apparent now. I'm addicted to his cock.
I come in several waves around him, as he pumps his hot essence into me. It's an experience that I can't describe. That point when you reach oneness with someone is spectacular.
I know we're connected and I don't know how but I know it should feel like this. Is this love? Is this lust? Or is it something in between?
All I do know is that I'm coming harder than I ever have before, and that I feel unified with this one man. I want him to have power over me and pleasure.
I want him to have the world.
18
Braden
The stairwell is empty and quiet save for the irregular breathing of our bodies combined, climaxing at once.
Cum is dripping down my shaft and around her pussy.
She's soaking wet and panting in my arms.
We're both still climaxing and it's fucking incredible.
She unleashes around my rock-hard cock. I feel her pussy tightening and I come into her at the same time. We're united in the most extreme way.
The feeling of it, being with her is incomparable. It's just not fucking normal. This is what has me thinking about her all day and night.
I know she's probably thinking about it too. It probably scares her. But it doesn't scare me. I just want to move ever closer to whatever this is.
If that means having sex like this all the time, then count me in. I'm at the point where I will never even look at another woman. I won’t admit it, but I'm becoming obsessed with Jenna, possessed by her.
This attraction is on a whole new level. I swear to God, if I see another guy flirt with her, I'll fucking explode. I need her. She better know it's gonna be all me all the time from now on.
I pump what feels like gallons of cum inside of her. It starts to drip out the sides.
"Jenna, that was..." I trail off.
"Fucking intense?" she says.
Her response makes me laugh. I set her down and she tries to compose herself. There's cum all over her dress and legs.
I inspect her back and I see that there are red marks where the wall hit up against her.
I touch them tenderly.
"These are gonna bruise. I'm sorry, Jenna."
“It's okay. I know you didn't mean to hurt me like that on purpose. It's just part of the..."
"Intensity?" I say.
Her eyes are dancing with laughter.
"Exactly."
I zip my pants and decide it's time to get away from the stairwell.
"Let's get out of here," I say.
"Fine by me."
"Now the question is how do we get out of here?" I say looking around for an exit.
I got her here so quickly that I can't remember where we are in the building.
"This way," she says and she's already down a flight of stairs opening a door for me. "I don't know where this leads, but let's try it."
I follow her out and we walk past some offices. We're probably not supposed to be on this floor, but it doesn't matter. I do what I want. And for once, I'm following Jenna.
She finds an elevator and we ride down. Both of us have smirks on our faces, thinking about what just happened.
It's nice to have some levity to lighten the emotional toll of everything that just went down. I'm connected to her in a way that is so intense, I don't know how to deal with it. So, for now, we'll just put that on the back burner until the need arises again.
I lead her out of the elevator and into the main lobby. Hopefully, no one notices the cum stains on her dress.
I call my guy with the limo and it's there waiting for us by the time we approach the front doors.
We walk out into the crisp air and it feels good on my skin. It got pretty heated in there. While it's not yet Spring, it's not Winter anymore either. The perfect time to be in New York.
My driver opens the door for her and we get in. I'm excited to take her back to my penthouse. It's my lair, where I like to bring women, but she's different.
I really care about what she thinks, and though it is high unusual for me, I know I'm ready to share my home with her.
The driver pulls away, and New York is exciting as ever. The city's always buzzing, and I love that.
I offer to make her a drink from the bar in the limo.
"I need a drink, do you?" I ask.
"I definitely need a drink," she says. "Will you take a shot of tequila with me?"
Okay, so she's feeling in that mood. Tequila shots can only mean one thing...more fun.
I pour us both a drink of the most superb tequila on the planet. It's an expensive bottle that I keep readily on hand in the limo. Sometimes, it's nice not to be the driver so I could bask in the glory of being driven around the city.
"Here you go," I say handing her the glass.
"To stairwells," she says.
"To glass balconies," I meet her in the middle.
We clink glasses, and both take down the shot which goes down smooth like tequila should. I pour us both another. We need it after the experience we just had.
"You know," she says, opening the sunroof. "I've never fucked in a limo."
I smile at her. I've definitely fucked in a limo. But if she's willing to have a new experience, I'm willing to give it to her.
I set the glasses down and come between her legs, so I can get to her properly.
First, I kiss her mouth and then I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. Once I'm there, I remove the flimsy straps of her little silver dress so I can snake it down off her body.
I gently kiss her torso, her taut beautiful stomach that trembles beneath my lips. And then I'm at her sweet goddamn pussy that I'm still aching for.
I spread her legs wide and have the perfect view of her beautiful little cun
t.
I go down on her and suck out the juices of what's left from our stairwell experience. I have her spread so wide, that she's at my mercy. I imagine she's feeling most vulnerable here.
I get so turned on going down on women, but Jenna tastes better than ever.
I taunt and tease her pussy with my tongue. I circle her clit and make it open up.
She's moaning, and her body stiffens as that she clutches at the seatbelts trying to get a hold of something.
She's so warmed up already, this is gonna be easy. I focus on her clit and rotate my tongue in a thousand circles until at last, she's exploding beneath my mouth.
I feel her tense up, and I feel the explosion as it passes along my lips. She's quivering.
She breathes my name and I like to hear it as I drive her over the edge. It just turns me on so much, a taste would not be enough. Before she's quite come back to reality, I unzip my pants and slide my hard cock all the way in.
Her pussy is sopping wet and that's the way I like it. She's wet for need of me. I plunge into her so deeply, that I feel entirely wrapped up. Her pussy's so tight as it throbs around my cock.
"Oh God, Braden. I can't take it," she says.
"You have to," I say as I thrust into her.
She feels so fucking good. It's a lot like last time but different. This is a little rougher as I can't hold back.
I pump into her so deep, that she's crying out my name. I muffle the noise with my lips, my hands, anything to keep her quiet. She's gonna give us away to the limo driver.
She's ready to come, I can tell, so I deliver it home. I explode at the same time as she does. Once again, I can't contain the streaming flow of cream that shoots out of me. What is it with this girl that she causes me to come like that?
I'm addicted to this, and to her, that's for sure.
She's absolutely spent, I can tell. Small vibrations are buzzing throughout our bodies. The limo drives up to my building. We're home.
I zip up my pants just in time for the driver to open the door. It looks like we haven't been up to anything at all.
