Page 152 of Hexed
My heart ratchets in speed, but I ignore it, pushing her against the glass and sliding my hands down her arms until my fingers slip between hers.
“Hands on the window, baby. Don’t you fucking move.”
I avoid looking down, because we’re thirty-five stories up, and I’m trying to stay hard, not have a panic attack. I release her fingers and move back down her body, slipping her skirt off her hips and dragging it along her legs until it’s pooled at her feet. She steps out of it and tosses it somewhere to the side, and I pull her until her spine arches beautifully. I drag one of my hands down it, then lean forward, my dick brushing against her, slipping between her legs. My mouth follows the trail of my touch along her back, pressing kisses to every inch until I reach the dimples that dot just above her full, round,deliciousass.
“Enzo,pleasefuck me.”
I groan, my cock jerking against her cunt. “I love the way you say my name.”
And then I’m gripping myself and slipping between her folds, thrusting back and forth, teasing, torturing us both with how close I get to her entrance before I move back up until I skim across her pulsing clit.
Her thighs tighten, adding to the friction against my length.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, hovering over her and moving one hand to grip her hip tightly, the other wrapping her hair in my fist.
I’ve decided that’s my favorite thing to do.
“Tell me how you want it,” I whisper. “Hard or fast.”
“I want you to shut up and justdoit,” she snarks back.
My hand flies out and smacks her ass. She moans, just like I knew she would.
“You and that fucking mouth.”
My fingers tighten in her hair, and I pull hard, her head dragged toward me by the tension, making her back arch even more, her ass pushing into me and forcing the tip of my cock to spread her open as I slip inside.
Fuck, she feels so damn good.
I thrust forward until my hips slap against her ass, and I’m transfixed by the way she sucks me in like she was made for me, her body immediately moving to try to get me in deeper.
She moans, and I grip her hair tight as I start a punishing pace. I’m already so ramped up, I could come any second, but I’m determined to feel her quiver and explode around my cock again.
It’s my new drug.
My eyes skim over her body, focused first on the way it looks as I disappear between her thick thighs and into her tight pussy, and then to the way her ass cheeks ripple and shake with every thrust. They continue up her beautiful hips that flare out from her waist. My hand leaves her hair and wraps around her to cup one of her heavy breasts, molding it into my palm and squeezing, leaning over until my chest is almost touching her back.
My eyes flick to the window, a shot of panic rushing through me when I see how far away from the ground we are, but then Venesa moans, taking one of her hands off the glass and movingit down to rub her clit, and I focus on that instead, my fear dissipating.
“That’s right, baby. I need to feel you come all over me,” I say. “Show me how good it feels.”
She does, her fingers slipping down even farther until she makes a V with her first two digits around my shaft, right where I’m sinking inside her, and the added sensation makes my body tense and sparks of arousal shoot off inside me like flares in the sky.
My grip tightens on her tit, my other hand squeezing her hip as my movements become out of rhythm. I’m barely hanging on here, and I need her to come for me.
And then she does.
Her cunt clamps around my cock, massaging it as she shakes, and her body tenses and then melts into my hold until it feels like my grip on her is the only thing keeping her upright.
She lets out a loud groan, and her head flies back, her body straightening until she’s plastered to my chest, and I tighten my hold to keep her pressed against me.
My balls tense up, and my cock lengthens.
“Fuck, I’m about to come.”
She flies off me, and the sudden shift in temperature, losing her body heat, puts me in a tailspin.
But then she flips around, sinks to her knees, and tells me to come on her face.
