" Please fuck me, daddy."
My voice was needy, wrecked, soaked in lust.
His eyes lit up like I'd just fed him something forbidden. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.
" With pleasure," he rasped.
Before I could take a breath, he grabbed me, and lifted me into his arms.
My heart raced as I clung to him, thinking he'd carry me to the bed, or maybe slam me onto the kitchen counter like a man with at least some sense of normalcy.
But ofcourse not.
Of course not. Does he even look normal to you?
He walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the city, and dropped on my feet.
" What—"
My words caught in my throat as he spun me around, pressed my front to the cold glass, my back against his hard chest.
The chill of the glass met my flushed skin, making me shiver, and then I felt his hard cock, sliding between my thighs, teasing my soaked entrance.
My eyes widened.
" Don't worry about anyone watching me unraveling you right here darling! Just enjoy the pleasure that I am going to give you now."
He placed a kiss in neck.
The sucked on my neck.
" Are you fucking-g serious!?" I said while moaning.
" Oh yess babygirl! " He said. " I'm fucking serious. I'm going to make you a moaning mess right here." He said while biting my neck.
I moaned.
Fuck.
This man was totally insane.
I bit my lip hard, trying to make sense of the chaos spinning through my mind.
The glass was cold against my skin, my nipples flat against it, my nipples grazing the surface.
We were so high up.
My heart pounded in my throat.
I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs down.
His hard cock rested against my entrance.
He was not inside.
He was just there, tormenting me with every slow nudge.
I whimpered.
My hands were pressed flat against the glass, leaving smeared fingerprints behind.
I looked up at the reflection in the glass, my flushed face.
Towering behind me, naked, sculpted like sex god, his hand gripping my waist tightly as if he owned me.
Those dark black eyes fixed on mine through the glass.
He leaned in, his breath fanning hot over my neck as he pressed an another kiss right below my ear, and then lower, across my shoulder, down my spine, dragging fire along every inch of my skin.
" Principessa, " he murmured.
Voice dark and rich.
" Don't you want to be fucked this way?"
He pressed hips forward, just enough to slide the swollen head of his cock inside me, barely stretching me, then he stopped.
I gasped.
Back arched.
" Looking down at the world like a queen," He whispered.
" Powerful, admired and untouchable."
His hands clamped tightly around my waist, holding me in place, while the other slid up, fingers curling lightly around my throat.
He reached for my dress, slowly tugging it down, but when the fabric resisted.
He tore it off without Amy hesitation.
Letting it fall to the floor in shreds, leaving me completely exposed beneath his gaze.
I parted my lips to complain, but he rolled his hips again, stealing my breath and keeping me right on the edge.
He growled.
Low and filthy.
Lips brushing against my earlobe.
" But underneath all that elegance...all that beauty, you are my little good girl. Dripping for me, needing me, letting me fuck you right against this glass."
I shuddered.
My knees nearly giving out.
My pussy clenched tighter.
His deep voice, thode words, They turned me on so much I ached to have him inside me.
" You like the idea, don't you?" He continued.
Teasing his cock along my soaked entrance, slow and torturous.
" Nnhg." I moaned, dizzy from the heat between my legs, from the filth he was whispering, from how much I wanted it.
" You think they are watching? " He purred.
" Seeing this pretty sight of your pretty body, watching your tits pressed against the glass, your mouth open in moans, seeing your pussy take every inch of me like you need it."
" Oh my God...y-yes," I moaned.
The words slipping out before I could stop it.
My body was already trembling, aching.
I couldn't handle it again.
I didn't care anymore.
" Yes what, moglie?" He asked.
" Y-Yes daddy." I whispered, my voice shaking with depression.
" Please fuck me."
" You want yourself be filled, principessa?" He groaned.
" You want to be ruined right here darling?"
" Yes d-daddy!"
I saw that samn cocku smirk in the reflection. He didn't have to say a word. The look on his face told me exactly what he was about to do.
His hands slid around my hips.
One sharp tug and I was pressed back against him.
His chest against my spine.
" Fuck, I love it when you call me daddy, principessa." He growled into my ear.
Before I could speak, before I could even breath, his hands tightened around my waist, and I felt thales thick, hard press of him nudging at my entrance.
My eyes widened.
My lips parted in a gasp as he started to push it in, stretching me, forcing me to take him inch by inch.
"Ahhh." I moaned out loud. The pain and pleasure, filling my head.
" Fuck," He hissed again." You are fucking tight. "
He paused, deep inside, not moving.
My legs trembled. My hands pressed against the glass, knuckles white. It felt like my body was being split apart.
I knew it would hurt.
I wasn't used to his size.
My walls gripped him tightly.
My whole body clenched, resisting, and welcoming him.
" Relax," he murmured against my skin.
His lips were on my neck.
He kissed and sucked on it.
I moaned, my body betraying me, loosening around him a little. Then, his teeth grazed my skin, before he bit.
At that same moment, he slammed into me with one full thrust.
"A-aghh!" I moaned sharply, voice strangled.
His head dropped into the crook of my neck, breath ragged.