Wingman [Woman]

Oh. Yes.

“Reign,” I pant as he grips my hips, using them to drive his deep thrusting.

Fucking good. So good.

“I’m going to come,” I scream tilting my hips and arching my back.

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he bellows. “Come around my cock, come for me now . . .”

I do, as if my body knows his commands. I come with an ear-splitting scream. Pleasure rips through my body, so much so that my hands give way and I slide down until my face rests on the floor. Reign holds my hips up with his hands, fucking me so hard our skin slaps together. Then, with a curse, he roars his release. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me as he milks himself with my aching pussy.

Then we drop onto the floor, panting and sweaty.

“Holy shit,” I pant. “We just made fireworks.”

“Baby.” He rolls over, taking me into his arms. “Holy fuck.”

“You can say that again.”

We lay on the floor, staring up at the roof for long moments. I’m tucked in his arm and every now and then I get a waft of sex. It smells fucking amazing.

“I think my back is broken,” I say, shifting. “Ouch.”

“I think my fuckin’ hips are broken. Shit, girl, you ride it like you stole it.”

I laugh softly. “You know me. I never do things in halves.”

“Best fuckin’ ride of my life.”

I turn to him, and he’s looking down at me. “Don’t use your charming words on me, Reign Braxton.”

“I’m fuckin’ serious,” he says, leaning forward and running his lips over my forehead. “That felt fuckin’ amazing. You gave it your all.”

He lowers his mouth, offering them to me. I take them, sinking into a deep yet super-soft kiss that has my skin prickling.

“Careful,” I whisper pulling away. “I have a good sex drive, and it’s very likely that I’ll want your dick again.”

He groans and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.

“My dick will be fucking you again, Tiani. Don’t you doubt it. But it sure as fuck won’t be on this floor.”

“I don’t do beds, charmer,” I point out.

He pulls me over him. “Care to tell me why?”

“Beds are boring, I like spontaneous fucking. Against walls, in a car, on a beach, bent over the couch.”

He rumbles and reaches down to squeeze my ass. “Ever been fucked somewhere that you could be caught any second?”

“No,” I say, my voice husky and low.

“Picture this,” he says, running his hand over my backside. “You’re bent over your balcony, tits bouncing as I fuck you hard from behind. Anyone walking down the street could catch you. A car could see you as they drive past.”

I shudder. “I won’t pretend that didn’t just make me wet.”

He tangles his finger into my hair and pulls me down, kissing me hard and deep. Then he pulls back and rasps, “What is it about you that I want so fucking much? Is it your honesty? So few women would tell me how wet they are.”

“You want to know how wet I am?” I murmur. “I’m so fucking wet I can feel both you and me on my thighs.”

This earns me a groan. He spreads my legs with his hands and dips his fingers into my still sensitive pussy.

“So fuckin’ wet, baby, and you know what?” he murmurs, shifting me off him and sliding down my body. “I didn’t get to taste you.”

He spreads my legs wider before lowering his face to me. It turns me on to know that he’s tasting both of us and that it doesn’t bother him. It’s erotic, so incredibly dirty. His tongue slides through my slit and I whimper, arching up. He grumbles against my flesh and wraps his arms around my hips. He keeps sucking and licking, taking all of me.

“Oh God,” I cry when his finger swirls against my entrance.

He hums against my clit and the vibrations send me over the edge. I come fast and hard, screaming his name. He lifts his face, staring down at me with those lusty golden eyes. Then he gets to his knees, cock hard again, and thrusts inside me with no warning. My back bows, and my mouth opens with pleasure, but no sound comes out. I let my eyes flutter closed as he begins to fuck me again, slowly, deliciously.

“You have perfect tits,” he growls. “So fuckin’ round.”

I groan, thrashing my head from side to side as pleasure begins to build once more.

Then Reign leans down, wrapping his arms around me and picking me up. He stands effortlessly, like I weigh nothing. He keeps his cock inside me, his arms around my hips, and my legs around his. He carries me out through the lounge and to my balcony. He presses me over the railing. Even though it’s late, cars are zooming past below us. A dim light from my balcony turns on when it senses our movement.

It’s empowering and such a turn-on.

“Touch your gorgeous nipples, rub them. Turn every fucker on that looks up here. Show them how good it feels to have my cock deep inside your sweet cunt,” he grunts from behind me as he begins thrusting hard and fast.

A car horn honks and my belly spasms, my pussy clenching around his cock.

“Yes,” he growls. “Fuck yes. You like that. Your pussy just rewarded me for that car horn.”

I pinch my nipples, staring down at the cars below us. To them, we’re quite possibly very clear with the light illuminating us. Knowing that someone could be watching me right now has everything inside me clenching.