Page 91 of An Eye For Illusion

My eyes slam shut as I have a visceral, physical reaction to the image flashing in my mind. It’s of Jade walking down the aisle in a sexy as hell, all white wedding dress, but it isn’t me standing at the end of the aisle. It’s Moore. I won’t let it happen. She isn’t meant to be with him.

I knew after the moment I kissed her in that dark and deserted office that she was meant to be with me. When my lips touched hers for the first time, I realized I never stood a chance at walking away from her. Not then and certainly not now.

If she marries anyone, it’s sure as hell going to be me. A feather light touch skates across my cheek, and instead of opening my eyes, I lean into her palm.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asks.

I decide to tell her a half-truth because I don’t think she’s ready for that yet. Jade trusts no one. I need to play this right. If I go too hard and too fast, she’ll run as fast as her legs can carry her.

“I’m thinking that I want you. I keep picturing you spread wide in front of those windows for the whole world to see me devour you.”

Her surprise squeak brings a smile to my face as I open my eyes to take her in. She looks at me, then over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The bright lights of the street below illuminate the otherwise dark and quiet night sky.

When she looks back at me, I see a bright, mischievous spark in her eyes. She rises from my lap to walk toward the windows. “These windows?” She spins on her heels and gestures toward the clear glass. I nod and lean back on the couch, eager to see what she thinks of my little idea. She smiles. “What if someone sees us?”

I shrug one shoulder. “What if they do?”

“I didn’t know you were a naughty pretty boy, Colin Brooks.” She doesn’t sound upset in the least.

“I want to see how naughty you can get, Princess.” My words seem to spur her on.

She reaches down and slowly lifts the hem of her shirt up to expose flawless and soft skin along the way. I groan and reach for my rapidly expanding cock that’s already growing painful at the little show she puts on for me.

She tosses her shirt to the side, leaving her topless in front of me. Next, she spins on her heels to face the large windows. Her hips move in small, tight circles as she reaches down to thumb the edges of her loose sweatpants.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier. She’s uninhibited as she pulls the sweats down over her firm, round ass cheeks. The pants fall to the floor in a heap around her ankles. She delicately steps out of them, leaving her standing naked with her backside to me. Hot damn, she didn’t have any panties on.

She raises one hand over her head, and her back arches. The motion pushes her breasts forward and so close to the window that it looks like her nipples are pressed against the glass from here. I can’t just sit and watch her any longer.

I stand and quietly make my way over to her. My front presses against her naked backside, and my right hand comes up to palm her breast. “Is this what you want, Princess?”

I pinch and pull at her nipple. My free hand goes to her mound, and I insert one finger. Her head falls back to rest on my shoulder as I continue to pump in and out of her. She moans before saying one quiet word that effectively breaks my restraint. Not that I had much to begin with.

“More.”

I hate to let her go, but I need to so I can get my damn pants off. My right hand drops her breast, but she quickly replaces mine with her own. Not for long sweetheart, those belong to me.

My fly comes down in record time before I shove my pants off and take my boxer briefs with them. I quickly toe my shoes off and shuck my pants. They fly across the room, landing with a loud smack against the tiled floors.

She chuckles and looks back at me as she continues to pleasure herself. I lean forward and capture her lips with mine before I move my hand between her legs once again to continue pumping my finger inside her. My cock bobs free between us, brushing against her ass every time she pushes back into me.

Her pussy is slick with need as I insert another finger, priming her for the one thing I know she craves most right now.

My cock.

Suddenly, I back away a few feet, leaving her standing at the window as I fist my cock. I pump up and down my shaft as she looks back at me with a questioning look on her face.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of that pretty little pussy of yours, but first, I want you to dance for me.”

An almost shy smile graces her lips as she turns to face the windows again. She stands in front of me completely naked, not giving a single fuck if someone sees her from below.

Her plump ass sways slightly to the music in her head. I watch as she raises one hand above her and places it on the glass. She sways and twirls, letting go of what few reservations she may have had left.

I watch her reflection in the glass, and the come hither look I see on her face tells me she enjoys this very much. By how hard my cock is, I think she can tell I enjoy it, too. She watches my hand pump up and down before covering the head as I repeat the motion.

I groan when she bends forward, placing both her hands on the glass to brace herself for a moment before looking back at me over her shoulder. She quirks a brow as she waits for me to join her. I step up to her and skim my hand along her hip before gripping both sides tightly in my hands. I pull her up as I line my cock up with her entrance, and in one swift push, I’m inside.

“Oh, fuck me,” she whispers.

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