Chapter 355
**Sara**
He continued his assault on my ass, alternating between firm slaps and soothing caresses as he pounded into me. Each smack pushed me closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around him in response.
Just as I was about to come, he pulled out again. I nearly screamed in frustration.
"Get up," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
On shaky legs, I stood, turning to face him. His chest heaved with exertion, his cock still rock hard and glistening with my arousal.
"Come here." He took my hand and led me to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. With gentle pressure on my shoulders, he positioned me to face the glass. "Put your hands on the window."
I complied, pressing my palms against the cool surface. The contrast between the cold glass against my breasts and the heat of Tom's body behind me was electrifying.
My nipples hardened instantly against the window, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Look at you," Tom whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Displayed like art for the whole city to see."
I glanced down at the world below us. "Can anyone actually see us?"
"The windows are tinted from the outside." His hands slid up my sides, cupping my breasts from behind. "But I like that you're worried about it. Turns you on, doesn't it? The possibility?"
My silence was answered enough. His fingers found my nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger until I gasped.
"That's what I thought," he said, the smugness in his voice making me want to both slap him and beg for more. "My dirty girl."
His cock pressed against the curve of my ass, hard and insistent. One hand left my breast to sweep my hair aside, exposing my neck to his mouth. He bit down gently, then soothed the sting with his tongue.
"Spread your legs wider," he commanded.
I adjusted my stance, feeling exposed and vulnerable and impossibly turned on. His hand slid down between my legs, fingers gliding through my wetness.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, circling my clit with his middle finger. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," I breathed, pressing back against him.
His finger dipped inside me, then another, stretching me as his palm ground against my clit. I moaned, my breath fogging the glass in front of me.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that made my knees weak.
"I want you to fuck me," I panted. "Please, Tom."
He withdrew his fingers, and his hands were on my hips, positioning me.
"Keep your hands on the glass," he ordered. "Don't move them."
The head of his cock nudged my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts that barely penetrated. I tried to push back, to take more of him, but his grip on my hips tightened.
"Patience," he admonished, delivering a sharp slap to my ass that made me yelp. "I decide when and how you get this cock."
My pussy clenched at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing through me. "Please," I whispered.
"Please what?" Another slap, harder this time, the sting spreading across my skin like wildfire.
"Please fuck me with your big cock," I begged, past the point of pride. "I need it."
"Good girl."
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. I cried out, my palms slipping slightly against the glass as my body absorbed the impact. He gave me no time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that had me struggling to maintain my position.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. "So tight around my cock."
Each thrust pushed me against the window, my breasts pressed flat against the cool surface. The contrast between the cold glass and Tom's burning heat behind me was maddening.
"Look at the view," he commanded, one hand coming up to grasp my hair, turning my head to face the panorama of Sydney spread out below us. "I want you to remember this—remember getting fucked against this window every time you see a skyline."
His pace increased, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. His hand came down on my ass again, the sharp crack making me clench around him.
"You like that, don't you?" He delivered another slap to my other cheek. "Your pussy gets tighter every time I spank you."
"Yes," I admitted, my voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies meeting.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he continued to thrust into me. The change in angle made me see stars, his cock hitting places inside me that had me gasping for breath.
"These tits," he murmured, reaching around to cup my breasts, which were still flattened against the glass. "Fucking perfect."
His fingers found my nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. The dual sensation of his cock pounding into me and his hands on my sensitive nipples had me racing toward the edge.
"Tom, I'm close," I warned, my voice breaking as a particularly deep thrust hit just right.
"Not yet," he growled, slowing his pace. "I'm not done with this ass."
He withdrew completely, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, his hand came down on my ass again, harder than before. I cried out, my forehead pressing against the glass as he delivered a series of sharp slaps that left my skin burning.
"Your ass is turning such a pretty shade of pink," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Matches your pussy."
His fingers slid between my legs again, confirming his words. I was embarrassingly wet, my arousal coating his fingers as he teased my entrance.
"Please," I whimpered, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. "I need you inside me."
He positioned himself again, this time entering me with agonizing slowness. I could feel every inch of his cock stretching me, filling me completely. When he was fully seated, he paused, grinding his hips against my ass.
"You're mine," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "Say it."
"I'm yours," I gasped as he withdrew and slammed back in.
"Again."
"I'm yours, Tom." My voice broke as he established a new rhythm, each thrust deliberate and deep.
His hand snaked around to find my clit, circling it with precise pressure that had me seeing stars. My legs trembled, threatening to give out as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.
"Come for me," he commanded, his fingers increasing their pace on my clit. "I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock."
It was all the permission I needed. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing through me as my inner walls clenched around him. I cried out his name, my palms sliding against the foggy glass as my entire body convulsed.
Tom groaned behind me, his rhythm faltering as my pussy pulsed around him. His fingers dug into my hips as he drove into me one final time, his cock throbbing inside me as he found his own release.
The intensity of feeling him come undone inside me sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body.
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