Page 96 of Counterfeit Connection

“No,” I exhale. “Never. In fact…” I move from the chaise and pull her to her feet, twisting her around so her front is pressed to the railing, overlooking the city below.

I stand behind her, flush to her back, and wrap my arm around her middle and slip in underneath her dress.

“Oh God,” she whimpers when my hand slips down the front of her panties and the pads of my fingers glide over her swollen clit.

“You smell incredible,” I growl, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

“More,” she begs, rocking her hips back against me.

“Greedy girl.” I chuckle, but I oblige her by slipping my middle and ring fingers into her body, hooking them up in a come-hither motion.

The strap of her dress falls from her shoulder, and I can’t resist letting my other hand snake around and palm her breast. Her nipple is hard between my fingers when I squeeze.

“Griffin,” she whimpers. “I need you.”

Like a woman on a mission, she whips around in my arms and grabs my face in both of her hands, smashing her lips to mine.Somewhere along the way, her dress ends up bunched around her waist, and my shirt hits the ground.

“Lie down,” I command and she does as she’s told.

Her body is spread on the chaise for me and I grab her by the thighs and yank her down to the end, where I’m kneeling. I lift her body so I can remove her panties and tuck them into my pocket while she works at my waist. Her fingers tremble as she struggles to open the latch of my trousers, then tugs the zipper down tooth by tooth.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this here. I’m excited,” she says with a smile. My girl has an exhibitionist fantasy. I’ll have to explore more of this later.

“Be loud,” I tell her while I fist my cock in my hands. “I want your voice to echo off these walls. I want to walk out here later and still be able to hear you in my mind.”

She drapes her thighs over mine as I line up and sink deep inside of her with one swift movement. No condom. Nothing between us. Skin to skin.

I hold us still for a moment, allowing me to be selfish. I want to savor the feeling of us truly becoming one for the first time with no barrier or boundaries. She feels every bit as good and more. Her back is arched perfectly in my hands. Her jaw is taut somewhere between pain and pleasure.

“I know who I am when I’m with you,” I growl. “You’re the kind of power I need.”

Slowly, I begin to move as her first true sigh vibrates in my ears. It sends the best kind of chill through my body. My hands guide her from the tip of my cock and back to the root. With every movement, every motion, we’re solidifying our desires.

“You feel so good inside me,” she purrs, sliding her hands up her own body until her arms are outstretched above her head, gripping on to the cushions.

I look down and watch my cock moving in and out of her. It’s erotic, it’s obscene, and it’s fucking perfect.

“Turn over, baby,” I say as I grip her hips and help her flip onto her hands and knees.

She peeks back at me over her shoulder when I line up behind her and push myself back into her body. “Griffiiiiiin,” she moans and her eyes roll closed.

Curling my fingers into the curves of her ass, I pump my hips forward, slamming into her roughly. The sound of sex, skin slapping skin, echoes off the walls of my balcony. “Play with your clit. I want you to come first.”

I see her shoulder move when she lifts one hand from the chaise cushion and slips down between her thighs. I slide one hand up her spine and grip the hair at the base of her neck, using it, and her, as leverage to fuck her savagely.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” she screams. I can feel her pussy rippling around me. She’s close.

“God.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Damn.”Thrust.“Come for me, Kaitlyn.”Thrust.

She clamps around me like a vise. While Kaitlyn cries out some version of my name when she crests the hill, I can’t hold on any longer. With a guttural growl, I push into her up to the hilt and come inside of her. My cock pulsates and throbs. We just stay like this, with me inside of her and her body slack against the cushion. I don’t think I can move. I never want this feeling to end.

I can feel a lone bead of sweat trickling down my spine. My chin raises to the heavens, hoping to meld my body and my being back into one person because this experience with Kaitlyn has been otherworldly.

“I wish I had a camera,” Kaitlyn whispers.

My chin lowers to my chest slowly as I reopen my eyes and regard my beautiful girlfriend still nearly purring like a kitten. “Dare I ask why?”

“If you could see how beautiful you look right now, Griffin, you wouldn’t be asking me that question. Wow. That was….”

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