Page 106 of Souls and Sorrows

“Oh God.”

Abandoning her hip, I slide my arm up her front, wrapping it around her throat and tugging her up. The only grip she has is a tenuous one on the balcony, and with each slap of her ass against my pelvis, it slides down, pulling her toward the downstairs area.

“Nothing keeping me here, she says.” I flex my arm, stealing the breath from her.

“This doesn’t count.”

The admission feels like a red-hot poker plunging into my chest.

“Thisisn’t what I meant, Ariana. It hasn’t always been about sex for me. It’s not even just about sex right this second.”

“Stop,” she pleads, and I feel her pushing back, resisting, so I fuck her harder, my thrusts turning into a sort of punishment for the both of us. “Cash, really, I’m slipping—”

My hold around her neck is secure, though I like the edge of fear in her voice. Love the way it makes her pussy clench, as if torn between excitement and self-preservation.

“You can get up when you come,” I tell her, my own orgasm drawing my balls up. “Provided you don’t fall or draw too much attention first.”

A small, shrill moan pushes past her lips, and she looks down at the floor beneath her, trying to reposition her hands on the railing. They slide, likely slick with sweat and adrenaline, and I chuckle in her ear.

“Nice try, but bad girls don’t get to fuck in the position of their choice.” I glance down, watching my cock saw in and out, reveling in the sight of her sticky white arousal coating my shaft. “But you want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

She shakes her head, and I click my tongue in disapproval, tightening my arm around her neck.

“Yes, you do, because you want to come on my cock as badly as I want to feel it. There’s nothing better in the world than your pussy squeezing the life out of me, and you take all of it so fucking well. Even with a dozen people watching, learning what gets you hot. Like someone molded you just for me.”

I momentarily lose balance, my shoe skidding across the hardwood floor as it tries to gain purchase. Ariana half-screams as she pitches forward, teetering on the edge of death.

Gripping the rail, I slide my arm away from her neck and instead tangle my fingers in her hair, holding her up that way as my hips cant into her, showing her how good it can feel to be at my mercy. At the mercy of gravity.

Another moan racks through her, and she comes sort of violently, sparking euphoria in the back of my mind and pushing me over the edge along with her.

Figuratively and almost literally.

I catch my wrist on the inside of the balcony as she begins toppling over. Disentangling ourselves, I withdraw slowly, my cum sloshing out once I’ve stopped being her plug. She lets out a breath, straightening her outfit. Her face is beet red, though I don’t fully understand why since we were half-hidden by shadows anyway.

“If you don’t want to leak everywhere, maybe wear underwear next time.”

Leaning against the balcony, she rolls her eyes. “That has never stopped you before.”

When she goes to move past me, I take the step ahead of her, blocking her path. She sighs, clearly growing agitated, and slides to the left to evade me.

I also go to the left, stopping just before her; she runs into me, stumbling, and she has to steady herself with her hands on my chest.

“You’re serious,” I say after a beat of her refusing to meet my gaze. “You’re… you don’t want to continue on with this?”

She keeps her eyes on my chest, lifting a shoulder. When she opens her mouth and says, “Yes,” a piece of me dies inside, like a lighthouse burning out just as a ship starts toward the shore.

But then she shakes her head, and my eyebrows knit together in confusion.

Her chin lifts, and her gaze meets mine, sweeping quickly to the side and back.

When I don’t respond, she repeats the same gesture, and I groan, digging my palms into my eye sockets.

“For fuck’s sake, what—”

She does it again, and this time, I follow the trail, looking across the balcony at the people mingling on the other side. For the most part, no one pays us any mind now that we’re not engaging in a lewd act, but there’s one figure, bathed in darkness, that doesn’t move.

He just watches, arms outstretched, and I realize what she’s saying.

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