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2024-10-29 19:42:56Finally he’s full inside me, and he starts to gently rock. An inch out, then balls deep. Two inches out, two inches back in. Three inches… four inches… five inches… six… more… each stroke getting progressively longer… deeper… hitting places deep inside me…
I’m moaning, I’m sighing, I’m groaning. I lean backwards, my hair hanging free in the air as he holds me with his big strong arms and just fucks me. Fucks me so good.He pulls me back up with one arm, never missing a stroke, and pulls my face to his.He’s kissing me now, angrily, passionately. Rough and urgent.I kiss him back, both of my hands on his smooth face, letting him inside me, both inside my mouth and between my legs.Actually, I didn’t let him inside me so much as he took it. Just possessed me – fucking me, kissing me so deeply.We break off the kiss, and for the first time I open my eyes.He’s looking right at me, his face contorted in pain and pleasure.His beautiful eyes… that scowl on his face like he can’t believe how good I feel…I come immediately.I scream and shriek and hang onto his neck with my arms. Over his shoulder I can see the lights of Hollywood – that is, between my eyelids fluttering closed and open, and my eyes rolling back into my head. I’m holding onto him for dear life, my legs wrapped around him like I’m riding a horse, his cock pumping inside me furiously, rocking in and out.As soon as I stop moaning, he withdraws his cock (No! No! Leave it in, please God, leave it in!), then stops and unwraps my legs from around him. I’m confused – he didn’t come. Or at least it was the most quiet male orgasm I’ve ever heard.He sets me on the ground without a word, then turns me around. His hands pull my dress completely off my shoulders and down my body.I’m standing there naked in the cool Los Angeles air, with only a pair of high heels and a necklace on.The only problem is, there are about twenty people on the other side of the glass, laughing, drinking, flirting, angling to do later what I’ve been doing for the last ten minutes.Of course, I freak out.“Oh my God – oh my God – ” I whisper in rising panic, clasping my arms over my breasts.“They can’t see you,” his voice says gruffly, commandingly.“But – ”“Or hear you,” he says, anticipating exactly what I was thinking: all my loud screams as I was coming just a minute before.“How do you know?!”“Because I designed the damn building.”“But – ”Before I can say anything else, he pulls my arms roughly away from my chest, bends me over, and plants my hands against the glass.His hands glide down my arms and cup my breasts, supporting them, fingers tweaking my nipples.Then I feel his cock between my thighs… his head pressing against my lips…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.He’s inside me again, and it feels soooo gooooood.First he starts off with a couple of thrusts, just to get his length all the way inside me. Then he starts circling his hips, kind of ‘swirling’ his shaft inside me, hitting a whole bunch of new places I didn’t even know existed. I’m moaning with every new sensation.Eventually he starts thrusting again – but with this new angle, his head is rubbing right on my g-spot, and the entire length of his shaft is caressing it with every stroke.I’m standing there, hands pressed against the glass, eyes half-closed, drunk on pleasure and the feel of him gliding over the most pleasurable parts deep inside me. This powerful man, this billionaire architect, inside me, fucking me. A complete stranger, now like an animal, possessing me, owning me, using me, making me come over and over, with nothing I can do but surrender completely to the pleasure he’s bringing me.And all the while there are twenty people just a few feet away. If only they could see me – completely naked, legs spread wide, palms pressed against the glass, with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met behind me, fucking me against a window in public in full view of everyone – yet no one can see us. Completely safe.The incredible turn-on of it all, the imagination of what their reactions would be if they saw me getting manhandled and fucked on the other side of this glass, revs me up so high I can’t bear it anymore.“Oh God – oh fuck – oh FUCK!” I scream again as I start coming once more, this time harder and more powerfully than the rest.No one notices.No one turns their heads to look.No one knows I’m having the best orgasm of my life, just a few feet away from them.I guess my cries are too much for him, because he starts groaning and bellowing like some primordial beast. He sinks deep inside me with one last powerful thrust, his hips slapping my ass, and shouts as he comes. I can feel his thick base suddenly explode, get even thicker – can almost feel his cum travel up his shaft with every pulse, every spasm.My orgasm, which had been dying out, suddenly crests into another one as I feel him spurting inside me.Through my haze of ecstasy, I secretly wish that he wasn’t wearing a condom so that I could feel the hot splash of his cum inside me, filling me up.He leans over my back, groaning, as the little contractions go from two a second, to one a second, to one every few seconds, to intermittent little pulses. He kisses my back, then my neck, and softly caresses my breasts.Chills tremble across my skin.Then he’s standing up straight… his cock is withdrawing… and it’s gone.He turns me around and kisses me, long, deep, slow, sensual. His hands rove over my naked body, clutching my ass, caressing my skin.When he pulls away, I keep my eyes closed for a few seconds. I’m still mesmerized. All of this is a dream.All of that couldn’t have just happened… could it?I guess I am that kind of a girl… with the right man.When I finally open my eyes, he is smiling down at me. The condom is gone, his cock – still hard – is back in his pants. He is holding my dress in one hand, my clutch in the other.He presses them against my bare chest and I grab them to me, covering myself, self-conscious now.He leans over and gives me one more kiss.“That was incredible,” he whispers in my ear.I nod, unable to speak. ‘Incredible’ is an understatement.“See you soon,” he grins, and turns on his heels, walks to the opposite end of the colonnade, and is gone.
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