I cry out again as if it’s the first time ever feeling him inside of me. It’s perfect. Glorious. Earth-shattering and mind-blowing. Everything you’d expect, then more.
He takes my waist in his hands and thrusts in and out with purpose and passion, grunting as I moan with pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” he cries without warning. “I’m going to squirt my cum all over your ass,” he says.
Like a suction cup, his cock slides out of me with a little popping sound from the friction and the wetness. He slaps my ass with his cock again, and the next thing I feel is his hot load of cum as it splashes onto my skin.
“Oh yeah,” I cry out, loving the delicious sensation.
After a moment or two, he collapses next to me as we both lay panting for breath.
“We better get dressed,” I say, feeling like my Cinderella hour is probably up by now.
“You’re right.” His eyes shine with pleasure as he jumps back into his pants.
“Thanks for a fucking great time,” I say with a laugh. “Would you mind helping me zip my dress?”
“Of course,” he says, and gently brushes his fingertips against the skin of my arm, giving me chill bumps.
He peeks out the curtain and smiles back at me. “Looks like the coast is clear.”
“I can’t believe nobody noticed us,” I giggle.
“Me either,” he agrees and takes my hand. “You wanna get out of here?”
“You mean out of the party or this VIP lounge?” I question him.
“Out of the party. Wanna go back to my place?” His eyes sparkle with giddiness.
“Yeah,” I nod. “Yeah I would actually.”
“Follow me,” he says, and we take off into the sea of people who have no idea that Owen just fucked my brains out in a public place.
17
Owen
“You know, I’m getting used to this,” I joke as Molly and I dress together inside my master bedroom suite.
“What?” She chuckles as I lean over to put socks on my feet.
“Waking up beside you.” I approach her and graze my fingers against her back.
“That feels amazing,” she says, and I feel chill bumps prickle on her skin.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes when I wake up, too.” She grins.
“So, do you have time for breakfast?” I ask as she follows me into the living room where I use a remote control to open my floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall windows overlooking the park.
“Yes, I’m starving,” she admits.
“Me, too,” I agree and rub my chiseled rock-hard stomach that’s still without a shirt yet.
“Great,” Molly says and walks over to one of the windows to look down.
The joggers and stroller pushers appear like little bugs from all the way up in the sky on the forty-ninth floor.
“See anything good?” I walk over to join Molly and stand beside her as we both peer down at the Manhattan city streets below and the fluffy green tree tops lining the park.