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fucking killing me here.”
    He lifted me, settled my slit against his cock, and grabbed my
arse. Pressing down, he applied light force and, my God, I could’ve come just
from that. I buried my head in the crook of his neck, willing myself to calm
down. It was difficult, though—my clit throbbed in time with my heart,
and that thought returned, the one about someone using binoculars, and I found
myself more turned on than ever. This wasn’t indecent exposure, it was decent— fabulous, exciting and off-the-charts hot.
    Not being so ‘good’ now, was I?
    He began to move, sliding and rubbing through my slick folds. I
hooked one ankle over the other and gripped as best I could, thankful that he
was holding me so tight. I was weak with desire—all my energy had been
diverted to my cunt. All I could think of was the pressure of his shaft working
over my clit and the sensation of my pussy moistening further for him. It was
so wet I imagined it dripping down my thighs, trickling to my knees and soaking
onto the plush carpet.
    “Talk to me some more,” he demanded, his lips just touching my
left temple. “God, talk to me some more, love. Talk dirty, talk filthy,
whatever comes into your head, just say it. I want to hear it. I want to hear
all of it.”
    A whole host of words tumbled through my mind. Foul, rank
words, utterances suitable for porn films or worse. Words I wouldn’t have said
to him before when we’d talked dirty. But we were older now, life had moved on.
We had been through so much together.
    As though my inhibitions had become as transparent as the
window I was pressed against, I suddenly found it easy to let loose these new
words. This was Jacob—I could say anything and it would be okay.
    I took a deep breath; surprised by how husky my voice sounded
when I started to speak. “Your cock is like a steel rod fucking against my
clit. But I want more. I want you to ram it anywhere you want. Take me and do
whatever you want with my body, Jacob. I’m yours. What I want doesn’t
matter—this is all about you and sating your needs.”
    He grunted, and, although he kept one hand tight on my arse, he
slid the other upwards and tangled it in my hair, squashing it between my crown
and the glass pane. He pulled me closer, my head and my arse, as if he couldn’t
get near enough despite the fact that the fronts of our bodies were connected
completely.
    “Yes, that’s it, harder, rougher,” I gasped. “Do whatever you
want. I’m just a rag doll. I’m here for your pleasure. It doesn’t matter what I
feel. Hurt me, overpower me, drag me to hell with your most primitive desires
and fuck me into oblivion. To a place that’s so dark and hot that I won’t even
remember my own name. You own my cunt, my mouth, my...my arsehole. It’s all
yours. Fuck me harder, Jacob, so much harder!”
    “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said, easing his head back to look
at my face.
    His eyes were wild and flashing; swirling vats of lust. It
thrilled me utterly to see something so new and exciting in irises I’d stared
into so many times, and knew like the back of my own hand.
    “I’ve got to get inside you, now,” he groaned. He bent his
knees and shoved his cock deep into my cunt.
    I cried out at the forceful stretch of his invasion, but he
silenced me with a savage kiss, his open mouth hot and wet and frantic. Against
my cheek his breath was hard and fast as he pistoned his hips back and forth.
Squeaks from my sweat-damp skin rubbing on the window filled my ears, and I had
a fleeting mental image of what my soft, pale body must look like from the
outside—my flattened arse pressed to a bloodless white with a big, hairy
hand digging into the left cheek and creating dents. My pussy and the dark
cleft of my anus exposed and my spine and shoulders shifting with the force of
his thrusting.
    Gasping for air around our passionate kiss, I locked my hands
at his nape. My pussy squeezed him tight, building up to a fantastic orgasm.