Page 117 of Architecti
Slow and steady she grinds until she’s sheathed to the hilt.She releases my fingers, her hand coming to my throat and squeezing just a touch.Enough for my pussy to clench against the cock inside me.
She pulls her hips back, yanking me off the window and slams into me, crashing us against the glass.She squeezes my throat as she drives the strap home, and I swear I sees stars.
“Oh, my gods,” I choke out.
She is relentless.Pulling the strap out and driving it home, over and over.Pumping in and out of me until my thighs tremble and my pussy pulses with such a vicious ecstasy, I swear I’m going to pass out.
The glass shivers, I’m certain we’re going to either crack it or dislodge the pane entirely.
Her hand tweaks my nipple, pulling and tugging at my breast as her teeth sink into the muscly flesh of my neck.My knees threaten to give out as she slams into me.
Heat pools between my legs.But it’s not enough.
“I… I need more,” I pant.
She leaves my nipple and lowers her hand between my legs.Her fingers glide over my sensitive clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper.My body tightens with her movement.I close my eyes, sinking into the thuds against the glass, the way she cocoons me, makes me feel safe.The way I wish for a thousand nights like this.
For her arms to always find mine.
She drives in and out, in and out.My hips tilt to let the strap press against my G-spot.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”Midnight whispers against my ear lobe, her breath trickling down my flesh and setting my skin on fire.
“Yes, I need it harder.Rougher.Fuck me like you mean it, Midnight.Fuck me like this is the last time.”
A rumbling sound rips from her chest as she grabs my throat and hauls me back, dragging us haphazardly towards a table.The strap slips out, but she bends me over the table, pinning my arms above my head with one hand and yanking my dress up with the other.She kicks my feet out and pushes the cock to my centre.
She thrusts in with one hard sweep.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, and wriggle against her.She holds me down firmly, and my pussy pulses at the restraint.Yes, this is what I want.To be manhandled, owned.Fucked like she’s lost control.Like I am consuming her every waking thought.
“Do you need your safe word?”she whispers.
“NO,” I practically scream at her.“Gods, no.Harder.I want more.”
Her hand draws back and slaps against my arse.
I gasp, but it quickly becomes a moan as the strap continues to pound into me.
If anyone were to walk in, to see me, pinned to the table, ball gown hoisted up, being fucked like a dog.Gods.It’s humiliating.So why is it that thought nearly sends me toppling into an orgasm?
Midnight slaps my cheek again, blistering heat radiating from her palm.
“You like it, don’t you?”she growls as she drives into me.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I knew you could take it.Daddy’s perfect little slut.”
Fuck me.My mind is molten.I’m gone.I shift into some other universe.
“Say it again,” I beg.
Midnight pulls her hips back and slams into me.Harder.Harder.We shunt the table across the room until we’re thrusting against the wall making the most godsawful racket.And some part of me realises we’re too loud, too noisy, but I’m too whacked out on bliss to give a shit.
Her hand finds my clit and rubs in time with her pumping, bringing me so close.My whole body is electric, as if every nerve and every cell have been struck by lightning.
