Page 32 of The Comeback

“That feels so good.” When I dig my nails into his shoulders, they pierce his skin. It seemed counterintuitive to get dressed after the pool party when the whole point was to come here and get naked. Why bother getting dressed when we were coming back here to have sex?

His hands slide down my body until he reaches my hips. After gripping the strings of my bikini, they unlace, and the fabric covering my apex drops to the floor with a flourish.

“There’s nothing sweeter than your pussy,” he growls against my skin and runs his index finger along my swollen lips. His touch is commanding, as if he doesn’t question whether I’ll consent to his onslaught.

As he dives two fingers inside my core, my mouth drops open, and I moan.

“Do you like that?” He stands and stares into my eyes as he fucks into my center. The air conditioner kicks on and overpowers the sound of my sex clutching at his firm movements.

“God, yes, I love it.” I spread my legs wider to give him better access.

“What do you want? My fingers. My mouth. Or my cock?”

“All of them.” My eyes flutter shut.

“Greedy. I love that.” He slips out of my sex and grabs my hand.

I blink and frown. “Why did you stop?” God, why do I sound so pouty? I’m not a three-year-old who didn’t get a new toy.

But I’m an adult who’s not getting an orgasm. I promise you, it’s a big deal.

“Because we’re not in the right place.” His eyes glow in the darkness. “I believe you were specific about what you wanted. You wanted to watch what I do to you in the mirror, right? I’m here to fulfill all your fantasies.”

A shiver rips along my spine. “That’s so hot.”

There wasn’t enough time to thoroughly enjoy the voyeuristic experience of watching him pleasuring me this morning. Now, nothing is stopping us. As the temperature in the room drops, my nipples tighten against the cold air, and I lace my fingers between his, allowing him to lead the way.

When we’re standing in front of the wall-to-wall mirror with the ballet pole breaking up our reflection, he places my right hand on the bar and walks behind me and over to the other side, where he extends my left arm until I’m stretched as far as I can go without smashing my face into the glass.

“You’re so beautiful.” He cups my breasts as he grinds his swim trunk-covered cock into my ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep. Are you ready for me? I’ve been waiting all day to feel your tight pussy sucking my cock.”

“God, yes, I’m ready.” I wiggle against him, craving that connection. The need to be filled by him is like a drum beating through my veins, screaming for releases.

“Not so fast.” He grins wickedly and runs his hands along my body as he stares into the mirror. “I want to watch myself. I’ve never done this before, and now I love the idea.”

When he reaches my ass, he smacks my cheek. “Legs apart. I need full access to that pussy and sweet ass.”

My eyes widen, and I bite my lips together. This man surpasses any fantasies I could have come up with. His dark eyes watch my every move in the mirror.

After I follow his command, he slides his fingers deep into my pussy. “Fucking tight.” His eyes never met mine. The intensity has my knees wobbling. I feel raw and exposed. And vulnerable. He works in and out of me. “Your sweet scent is filling the room. I ache to drown in you. You make my dick so hard.” A convulsion starts at my shoulders and travels down my body until my toes curl in my shoes.

“This is so…. I don’t even know what to say.” I lick my lips. I’ll never be able to walk past these mirrors without seeing our reflection in them.

“I want you so bad. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. It’s all I’ve thought about today.”

“Please,” I beg, but I don’t know what for. More of his fingers? His mouth? His stiffness filling me? God, I want it all.

“Fuck. This is not enough.” He drags his fingers from between my thighs and yanks down the front of his trunks. When his thick cock juts out of his pants, my mouth waters.

Everything about the man is beautiful. I drop my hands from the bar and down to my sides as my fingers itch to jack him off.

“Hands on the bar. Now.” The command in his voice makes my stomach flop. And then his hand smacks my ass.

“Ohhh.” I jump at the contact. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s better.” He strokes his shaft, working from the base to the tip and back again as he slips on a condom. The heat in his eyes does crazy things to my insides. I could come right now without him touching me. “I want to do everything at once. I’ve never been this tied up in knots before.”

“You can have me any way that you want.” Desire licks at my soul, yearning to drive me over the edge. Begging. Aching. Demanding.

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