Page 103 of Sweeter Than Fiction

“Holy shit, baby,” I groan, enjoying every single lick of her tongue. Her mouth is so fucking warm and wet. She moves in long, slow strokes.

She just about pushes me over the edge when her head sinks lower, and she runs her tongue over my balls. I about lose my fucking mind.

Let’s be honest—most women don’t pay much attention to that particular body part. It’s not the main attraction. I get it. But damn, it feels fucking good.

As much as I would love to come down her throat, I have other plans for her.

“Come here, beautiful,” I say, gently pulling her to her feet.

I spend a minute, kissing her, trying to calm myself down a little since I feel like one gust of wind against my cock could have me coming in a heartbeat.

But honestly, this is Abby. I always feel like that, and there’s no calming down.

I yank down her pants and pull her shirt off over her head. She stands in just her bra and panties, looking up at me like she can’t wait for what happens next.

I remove her underwear and command, “Turn around. Hands on the glass.”

“Is it going to hold me?” She asks with a small laugh.

“Of course.” I smile. “I wouldn’t allow shoddy construction.”

She does as I ask, and I use my knee to spread her legs open a little further for me. Walking up behind her, I reach between her thighs and lightly rub her pussy.

I whisper in her ear. “You are so fucking wet, baby. Does it turn you on, thinking that someone could look up here right now and see your pretty pussy on display?”

She nods while releasing a loud moan.

“Do you think anyone is looking up here right now and wishing they were you? Wishing that their man was about to make them come in front of a window overlooking the city?”

I use my other hand to reach under the cup of her bra and play with her nipple.

I continue to tease and play with her until I get her so worked up that she’s practically vibrating.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes, please,” she moans.

I waste no time in rolling on the condom and sliding into her. There’s a bit of a height difference in how we line up, so I bend my knees a little bit to make it work. I don’t care. I’d stand on my head if it meant I got to fuck Abby.

And this whole thing is her fantasy…not mine. Although I have to admit that it is hot as fuck.

I feel pretty damn proud that I found a way to give her this without worrying about anyone actually seeing her. I don’t know how I would do with it if someone else was looking at her pussy.

Or should I say my pussy.

I’m normally not so caveman-like, but damn, I love her, and I don’t want anyone else getting a taste of what’s mine.

And judging from the noises she’s making, I’d say Abby is loving every second of it.

Leaning into it, I ask, “Who’s pussy is this, Abby?”

“Yours!” She cries.

I could listen to her say that all fucking day.

“Do you want me to make it come?” I ask.

“Oh, God, yes!”

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