Page 57 of Brassy Bigwig

Kneeling in front of him, legs wide open, fingers rubbing my clit furiously. Moisture flowing from my body, dripping onto the marble floors beneath me. He fists his cock as he watches me. I can see the flames of passion burning in his eyes, reflected off of mine.

It was one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had, but it's still not enough. It won’t be enough until D is inside of me.

“D,” I whine.

“What is it?”

“I need you.”

He reaches down and grabs my hand, helping me up. Then he nudges me toward the window of his penthouse. My fear from the other day returns.

“No, it’s too high. I’m scared,” I protest.

“You can trust me, théa.”

He reaches around my body and tugs on my nipple at the same time as his fingers burrow between my legs and locate my sensitive clit.

“I’ll never let you fall.”

The combination of his touch, his words, and my lack of strength after that last orgasm have me in an almost hypnotic state. Until he pushes my body up against the chilled, floor-to-ceiling glass in front of me.

My fear comes back, but before I can move, D is there. He gently nudges my legs open with his foot before reaching between them again, this time from the back. Starting at my clit, he massages my worries away as I remain against the glass, nine-hundred feet in the air.

“I’m going to fuck you up against this glass, Chloe.” I squish my cheek against the cold surface so I’m not looking straight down. D lightly brushes my hair away from my neck and plants kisses there. He moves his hand around to the front of my body and finds my clit again, gently circling it. “Concentrate on your pleasure. Mix that with the adrenaline from your fear of heights, and you’re in for one hell of a ride.”

Before his words even sink in, he thrusts into me from behind and doesn’t stop until he’s rooted inside of me. A gasp escapes my throat as I take in the pleasure I feel. I’ve wanted him inside of me again for so long.

Now that he is, I never want this moment to end.

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