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I was fuming inside. He knew how to get under my skin, but I wasn’t gonna tell him. Perhaps it was time to push some of his buttons and really get him going.

I leaned back slightly, my full breasts protruding from beneath my low-cut dress. I lifted one stiletto and placed it next to his thigh on the chair.

His cool demeanor did not last. I used one long manicured finger to close his jaw as he gasped.

“I don’t need your attention, or the attention of any other man, Rich. I enjoy myself. When it comes to breathing fire, be careful how much you tease because you might get burned.”

I purposefully opened the knee of my raised leg. I noticed him attempting not to look.

“What are you trying to accomplish now, Jess?” You’re crazy.”

He appeared to be uneasy… or just hot under the collar. His hand moved nervously to his neck, attempting to loosen his already loose collar even more.

“I don’t see you moving away,” I said quickly. I told myself I was just teasing and didn’t want this. But I was very good at deceiving myself.

I raised my skirt. My black sheer pantyhose were already soaked. I could see him looking at me right now. I noticed how the wet fabric outlined my perfectly groomed lips.

I traced one red fingernail from the bottom to the top of my wet patch. Then I put it to my lips to taste.

He took a deep breath and reached for my thigh, pushing my skirt up higher.

We couldn’t see them, but we could hear them drinking and dancing inside. My heart was pounding along with the music.

He bit his lip and grabbed my finger, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it. “You taste great, God.”

I leaned back against the railing and lifted my other leg, placing it on the other side of him.

“You have no idea how good,” I said as I drew my panties to the side and invited him in. “However, you are welcome to find out.”

His strong hands ran up and around my thighs, grabbing my bottom and pulling me towards him. He took a brief pause, looking around to ensure we were alone. To be honest, I don’t think it mattered. We were on a fast bullet train, and nothing could stop us now.

With my perfectly manicured nails, I grabbed his jaw and turned his head back to the task at hand.

“Eat,” I said to him.

He didn’t pause. With his tongue, he charged at me. Plowing it into me and sucking me like I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. His tongue was long and strong, expertly stroking every inch of my most sensitive areas as I lost all sanity.

As he devoured me, my arms grew weak and I moaned. My sweat ran down his chin and neck. He snatched me into his strong arms just as mine were about to give way. My legs were straddling him, and I could feel his rock hard erection against my bare lips through his pants.

“Please,” I pleaded. “Fuck me, please.”

“I thought you didn’t need a man,” Rich said sternly. But he and I both knew that I needed and desired him.

“Never…” I said, my voice wobbling unconvincingly.

“Let me prove you wrong,” he said confidently. My way.”

He threw me down, threw me over the rail, and ripped my soaked panties off. He smacked my bottom and kicked my legs aside.

He then shoved three fingers inside me without warning. I yelled in pleasure and frustration as they pounded me with them furiously. I felt his thumb circling my rim as his other hand undid his pants. He pushed it inside my ass and began fingering both my holes like I’d never felt before. I’d be on the floor if it weren’t for the rail.

“Now you’re going to tell me you need me,” he growled. “And I know how much you want me now.” I can sense it. “I can almost taste it.”

“Please, please, I need you,” I begged.

He held my hand on the railing with one large, sexy hand while the other pulled one of my breasts free of my dress and rolled my nipple between his fingertips.

He pushed himself firmly and quickly inside me, holding himself as deep as he could while whispering in my ear, “Fuck YOU, Mia.”

NSFW: yes

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