“Holy shit!” I yelled.
“If you want them to see,” he growled, his muscles popping as he restrained himself from hammering into me. “Then I’ll make them turn our way.”
That wasn’t exactly what I’d wanted, but all denials died in my throat as he really started to fuck me.
Hard.
Way harder than any time before, and that included in the prison when he’d been crazy as hell with need for me.
This time, he was taking his frustrating day out on my body, and I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
My boobs bounced inside of my bra, and I just knew that if they were out and free, they’d be flopping around so hard that they’d be painful.
Each thump of his hips against mine caused my entire body to jolt.
At one point, I looked down to watch where he and I were joined and became enamored with the way the muscles and fat bounced with each pounding thrust of his hard thighs against my soft ones.
Then there was his hard, fat cock disappearing inside of me.
Now, I’d never seen a better, more attractive cock before. I’d never realized what kinds of things a cock like that could do.
But over the last couple of weeks, Sin had been showing me exactly what I’d been missing all my life.
He showed me how particularly naïve I was to think that my fingers could compare to his cock.
All those times I’d gone home from watching him all day at the prison and played with myself? I should’ve known that it would never compare to the real thing.
“Jesus Christ, you undo me,” he growled, his hands digging into the fleshy part of my thighs, practically framing where he was pushing his cock into me. “God, I love watching your thighs jiggle.”
I knew that was what he was looking at, because I couldn’t look away from it, either.
I was entranced.
I loved watching how his hard body looked against my soft one.
I was so spellbound with watching where we were looking that at first I didn’t hear the laughter.
But Sin never missed anything.
He was so hyperaware of his surroundings that it was unreal.
He could tell when the air conditioner was about to kick on at home—okay, I had a weak moment and told him he should probably go check for Snowballs. It sounded weird, okay?—and he could tell when the sprinklers kicked on outside.
So of course he wouldn’t miss the people that were now very much aware of what we were doing.
He slowed, his cock moving in deliciously slow thrusts inside of me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
I wasn’t close, but I could feel my orgasm on the horizon, and I knew that it would be a big one.
It would explode, and I’d be left reeling in its wake.
“Jesus,” he said, strained. “Baby, they’re gonna see.”
I clenched onto him, not wanting him to let me go or stop what he was doing.
“They can’t see anything,” I said desperately as he pulled away.
His cock left me, and I couldn’t help but follow him.
The moment I was on my feet, I pushed him.
When his ass once again hit his office chair, I was climbing on top of him seconds later.
He groaned and watched as I sheathed his cock inside of me.
“Roll over so that the monitor is blocking everything,” I urged.
He did, using his strong thighs to shift us.
“Fuck,” he said when that shift forced him farther inside of me.
“I’m fully clothed on the top,” I told him. “And so are you. They can’t see anything. They’re just guessing at this point.”
“It’s obvious that we’re fucking,” he drawled, his eyes lit with an inner heat that I loved.
“Who cares?” I asked as I slowly lifted myself up and then forced myself back down, using the edge of his seat to anchor my feet on as I rode him fast.
His hands once again went to my hips, and he helped lift me up and down, making it to where my pussy took his cock in swift, smooth glides.
“Jesus,” I said as my head tipped back. “You feel so good today.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s the exhibitionism,” he teased, his mouth going to my neck.
He drew the skin there into his mouth, and I knew come morning there would be a little love bite there to commemorate the experience.
“Touch my clit,” I urged. “I’m so close.”
I was, too.
The change in position was exactly what I needed, apparently.
Each downward glide his cock would hit something deep inside of me, and each time it hit, the higher I would climb.
“No,” he said. “You get there by my cock tonight.”
I threw my head back in frustration, and he laughed then.
I wasn’t laughing at all when he stopped me from moving and then lifted me off of him.
“NO!” I cried out in frustration.
Before I could kick up too much of a fuss, he once again had me filled, only this time I was sitting backward in his lap, and I could see the people that he could see, too.