My breaths turn to pants. “I’m close,” I warn him.
He moans in response, and I love that he gets off on bringing me pleasure.
I bite down on my bottom lip, but a whimper still manages to escape.
“Oh, God!” I cry out. “Yes, oh my God.”
I scream when he slaps my pussy. “My name isn’t God. When I make you come, I want all the credit. You better scream my name next time.”
“Y-Yes,” I stutter.
“That’s my girl,” he croons, dragging his fingers—wet with my arousal—down the inside of my right leg. He stands, gripping my hips tightly. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the back of my right shoulder. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yeah, and I got tested after?—”
“Don’t say his name,” he growls. “Please, don’t say his fucking name.”
“Jealous?” I taunt.
“Not anymore.” He sucks at my neck, my body leaning back into his. “I’m the one whose ring you’re wearing.” He carefully pulls my hair back. “Is my wife going to let me fuck her bare?”
My core clenches.
“Fuck, yes. Please.”
He chuckles and presses another kiss to the center of my spine. “I love it when you beg. Keep your hands where they are.” A small whine slips out of me at the reminder, and I gasp when he grabs my hair, yanking me back by the strands. “You don’t like that?”
“I want to touch you.”
“And you will.” He kisses me. “But not yet.”
Another kiss and then he steps back and I hear the clang of his belt and then his zipper gliding down. I shiver in anticipation. When his palms land on my hips, I jolt forward and my hands slip against the glass. I quickly right them and eye the view of the Strip beyond the window.
The press of his cock against my entrance has me biting my bottom lip.
So long. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked properly.
“I wish you could see the way your pussy takes my cock. It’s desperate for me. I bet your pussy missed me.”
I gasp when he pushes all the way in. “Fisher,” I moan.
“That’s right,” he croons, one hand snaking around my body until his fingers find my clit. “Say my name, baby.”
I press my forehead into the glass, struggling to remain upright as he strokes slowly in and out of me, in time with his fingers against my clit.
No one has ever been as good as him at taking care of my needs. Most men I find to be inherently selfish in the bedroom, but never him. He’s always put my pleasure above his own.
“More,” I beg. “Harder. I can take it. Please.”
“Fuck,” he curses.
I mewl when his fingers leave my clit, but he grabs ahold of my hips with both of his hands and fucks me just the way I wanted so he’s quickly forgiven.
“Are you close?” he asks.
“Almost,” I gasp.
The warmth of his body crowds mine, his lips like fire when he kisses my shoulder blade. “Take one hand off the window and touch yourself.”