Chapter 51
CINDY’S POV
“Damian!” I screamed, my nails digging into his back, scratching red lines down his skin as he started fucking me for real.
Each thrust was powerful, his hips snapping against mine, the glass shaking a little behind me.
He held me up easily, like I weighed nothing, his muscles flexing under my hands.
The city lights blurred into streaks of gold as pleasure hit me in waves, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over, making my toes curl.
“Fuck, Cindy, you feel like heaven wrapped around my dick,” he rasped, his breath hot on my neck.
He nipped at my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth before whispering, “You hear that? The way you’re soaking me, dripping down my balls?”
“Please, Damian…” I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the glass.
The cool surface chilled my skin while his body heat scorched me from the front.
He was everywhere—his hands gripping my ass, spreading me open wider so he could drive deeper, his mouth trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my throat.
The way he controlled the pace was maddening, teasing me with slow, deep grinds that made me beg without words, then pounding into me hard like he couldn’t hold back.
My chest tightened with the overwhelming intensity of it all.
God, he was like a storm, his playboy edge making every sensation sharper and hotter.
I could feel his power in every thrust and in every teasing word that made my pussy clench tighter around him.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.
One hand slid up to pinch my nipple, rolling it between his fingers until I gasped.
“Tell me you love bein’ pinned here and fucked like my personal whore while the whole city’s watching.”
“It feels… oh God, Damian, it feels so fucking good,” I panted, my voice breaking as he thrust deeper, grinding his hips against my clit.
“Mmm… yesss… don’t stop, please.”
He chuckled low and dark, the sound vibrating through my body and making me shiver.
“That’s it, baby. Beg for it. I want to see you fall apart on my cock.”
He picked up speed, fucking me harder.
The slap of our skin was loud in the room, my moans turning into desperate, broken cries.
His free hand dipped between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight, nasty circles.
“Cum for me, Cindy,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine in a sweet, sensual kiss that contrasted beautifully with the raw, pounding rhythm of his hips.
“Let go… squeeze that pretty little pussy around me. I got you, darlin’.”
His filthy words and relentless pounding pushed me over the brink. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave.
“Ohhh, fuck, I’m cumming!” I screamed as I shattered, trembling violently in his grip.
My walls clenched hard around his cock, milking him as I screamed his name.
“Damian! Oh my God!”
My body shook, my legs trembling around his waist, and he held me through it all, thrusting steady to draw it out while whispering soft, dirty praises.
“That’s my girl. Cum hard for me, baby. Yes, paint my cock with your cream… hmmm, good girl.”
When the waves finally eased, he slid out slowly, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness.
Then, gently, he set me down on my feet, my legs wobbly like jelly.
Sweat dripped down his chest, soaking his shirt. With that wicked grin, he grabbed the hem and ripped it open, buttons popping off as he flung it away.
His body was a work of art—hard muscle, defined abs, powerful biceps, and that perfect V-line leading down to his still-hard cock, glistening with my wetness.
Fuck… he’s so damn hot.
“Turn around, baby,” he ordered, his eyes dark with hunger.
I did as I was told, pressing my face and palms to the window, the city still buzzing below.
He guided me, his hands firm on my hips, arching my ass up high until my breasts smashed against the cold glass.
My nipples hardened instantly from the chill, a sharp gasp slipping out as his warm breath hit the skin of my back.
He dropped to his knees behind me, his big hands spreading my thighs wide.
“Mmmhh… look at that pussy… so creamy and hungry for my tongue,” he murmured, his tone teasing and filthy.
Then he leaned in, his tongue flat and hungry, lapping at me like a man dying of thirst.