Page 32 of Beautifully Ruined
I’m on that edge, shaking, the pleasure is there, too, coiled with that delicious ache. One more thrust, and I’ll be there, I’ll?—
He stands up.
Stopping.
“Nooo.”
He laughs. “Dirty, filthy, needy girl.”
He takes my hand.
We’re not on the ground floor, I realize as we cross the sandstone to the warmer wood. There’s another staircase leading down from the one I descended.
But like last night, I don’t care. This time for entirely different reasons.
He leads me through a room that must be cozy in winter and has a floor to ceiling window, only it’s a sliding door, and the glass looks super thick.
Cade opens it.
There’s a balcony with seats and a railing.
We’re on the second floor, and this balcony faces the street.
My heart beats fast.
There are a few people out and about, and if anyone is looking from the buildings across the wide street, they’ll see us.
Cade goes down on his knees and slides between my thighs, his mouth on my cli for all to see, and he gives me no option but to grab at him and the railing and… oh, my god… That tongue is wicked, diabolical, and I’m lost as he starts to suck and lick, sending me back into the stratosphere.
How he knows what to do to keep me from tumbling into orgasmic relief is a mystery. He builds me up to that point, has me teetering, and I close my eyes.
“Open them,” The Ghost commands.
So, I do.
It’s frightening.
Exhilarating.
It sends me flying and keeps me gripped by a frustration that’s dipped in pleasure.
Because he’ll make me come.
He holds off time and again, pulling back each time my body starts to clench and sing, and then he pushes his fingers in me, pussy, ass, and he bites soft on my clit, and I scream.
Someone walking their dog looks around but doesn’t look up.
And that just makes me come harder.
Then Cade’s there. Pushing me up onto the side of the railing as he pushes into me with his cock stretching me.
He rides me, slamming hard, one hand holding up my shirt to expose me more, and the other grips the railing.
And some point, he starts to pull back, with me, so he’s lifted me, his hand sliding down to toy with my clit.
My feet go wild as he moves us down the balcony until I can gain purchase on the back of an outdoor sofa.
He slams into me, pushing me down so I’m now kneeling on that soft material, and I don’t even know if anyone is looking.
