27. Michaela
Michaela
W ith each step, I’m more and more aroused.
My pussy tingles at his filthy promise, wetness pooling between my lips as my body anticipates what’s coming next.
Phoenix guides me to the bedroom, his hand never leaving mine, until he stops. Something flashes in his eyes and my stomach tightens with excitement, going straight to my core.
He lets go of my hand and pulls open the curtains. “I want you naked.” That’s not what I expected to come flying out of his mouth.
I’m sure I misheard him.
“I’m going to fuck you in front of the window.”
I guess I heard him correctly the first time. Still, it doesn’t lessen the shock. My brain swirls like a whirligig at the full impact of his words. My eyes bounce from the window to his.
“There are hotels and apartment buildings across the street,” I say. “Someone will see us. Why can’t we use the bed?”
“Predictable.”
“And that’s a problem how?”
“Kitten, the first time we fucked it was a few hours after we tied the knot up against a wall. The second time was my father’s garage while our guests were mere feet away.
The third time, you gave me a stellar blow job on my private plane.
Let’s not forget that scorching hot episode in my office before we got married?
A bed? Why would we lower our standards? ”
“Phoenix, this is outrageous.”
He caresses my cheek. “That’s why it’s so good, kitten.”
I’m desperately searching for a retort, but I can only shake my head.
“You don’t want me to make you come?”
I narrow my gaze at him. “You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“I’d rather put my cock in your mouth, but you’re shaking your head. You’re sending more mixed signals than a drunk air traffic controller.”
Cocky asshole. “Yes, I want you to make me come––”
“In that case, you’ll do as you’re told.”
My eyes shift from left to right.
A weird energy bubbles inside me––a mixture of dread and… anticipation. No, excitement.
Whoa.
“If you prefer to use your fingers. I’ll understand––”
“What kind of ultimatum is that?”
“Are you saying you need me to make you come, kitten?”
I should wipe that smug smile stretching his lips by French kissing him… but he’s right.
I hate that he knows that.
Until six days ago, I was more than content with my solo sessions.
Unlike sex with ex boyfriends, I always came.
That’s before Phoenix came barreling into my life.
The man knows my body better than I do. He rocks my world with his long fingers, his skillful mouth, and his beautiful, thick cock.
Having to use my fingers when we’re sleeping in the same bed is a cruel punishment.
I scour the room over his shoulders.
The lights are low, but still bright enough to give a clear view inside the bedroom.
Would anyone see us?
And if so, would they recognize us?
Would they take photos? Nah. That’s crazy.
Would they watch? That would be naughty.
It’s not like paparazzi is posted across the street, waiting to snap the money shot.
What to do? What to do?
“Tick tock, I’m still waiting, kitten.”
I meet the hazel-blue eyes I’ve come to know almost as well as my own, including how they flare with smoldering heat when he’s turned on… like he is right now.
I let out a long breath.
I might regret this, but my body is humming with desire. It’s this hungry mass of volcanic fire, his dare teasing my flame.
I turn around so my back faces him. “Can you help me with the zipper.”
Resisting what I desperately need is futile and pointless.
“You’re going to give me what I want?”
“Yes.” With that one word I offer him my full submission.
“I love it when I get my way with you,” he says, amusement lacing his words.
The zipper on my dress hisses as he slides it down. When the dress pools at my feet, I step out of it, balancing myself with a hand on his forearm.
Without even asking, Phoenix unhooks my strapless bra. He snatches the expensive designer dress off the floor, struts towards the plush oversized chair in the bedroom and drops it with the bra. I blink, and he’s standing in front of me naked and ready.
Since the clock is ticking on our relationship, I make it my mission to commit every chiseled muscle to memory. Who knows if I’ll ever be with a guy with such a perfect body ever again?
With a hand stroking his cock, Phoenix approaches me.
My eyes are riveted on his mighty erection. All the veins stand out on alert. My pussy clenches in delicious staccato pulses at the sight, and my mouth waters.
God, that’s as hot as fuck.
“You want to take this cock for a ride, kitten?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to ride it like your life depends on it?”
“Yes.”
“Good because that’s the only way we do things—hard, rough, and dirty.” His fist pumps between his legs, up and down, up and down. “Tonight, we have the added benefit of an audience to make things even raunchier.”
Good Lord, I’m soaking wet.
The man’s mouth might be his most beautiful feature and that says a lot considering his long list of attributes.
My eyes are transfixed on his cock as his thumb swipes over the slick head.
I lick my lips.
I want to drop to my knees to suck that beautiful cock dry.
“Turn around.”
I obey his order.
In the reflection of the glass, my diamond earrings and necklace glint like shiny stars against a midnight blue sky. Even my eyes seem to sparkle.
“You’re a vision, kitten. I’m sure you already caught a poor schmuck’s eye.” I shift my attention and peer over my shoulder as Phoenix stalks towards me, his hand still working his cock.
I move my gaze back to the city line.
All those buildings… all those eyes…
The thought sends thrilling tingles down my spine.
Phoenix’s heat and the banging of his heart against my back only amplifies how fucking turned on I am.
“They can look, but they can’t touch,” he says, low and firm, into my ear.
Those words travel straight to my clit.
Oh God.
I’m no match for his masterful dirty-talking.
He presses his front to my back.
I revel in the closeness and soak up the warmth of his body.
Three days of wedded bliss and I’m addicted to this man.
“I wonder how many men will jerk off while watching you getting thoroughly fucked from behind,” Phoenix says before his teeth graze my shoulder.
He nips my earlobe.
I gasp.
“You’re going to come hard for me, kitten?”
“Yes.”
“I want your hands against the window.”
My pulse hammers against my throat in anticipation.
I lift my hands, pressing my palms against the window.
“Good girl.” He traces a languorous finger from my nape, down my spine, and all the way to the seam between my butt cheeks.
“Damn, I love your ass,” he says before invading between my cheeks with a forceful hand.
“I’m looking forward to claiming all of you.
” He presses a finger against my sacred hole.
My breath itches.
His promise causes me to clench my cheeks together.
“Not today,” he says. “You’re not ready yet.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
I don’t think I’d refuse him, but I struggle to understand how my tight, virgin ass will adjust to his impressive size when my pussy can barely handle it.
“Tonight, I want to lose myself in your slick pussy,” he says against my ear.
“I want that too.”
The words slip from my lips without my permission.
“Spread them wide.” He kicks my feet apart. “Keep your hands on the window, or I’ll redden your ass.”
“Okay.”
Exhibitionism is one thing. BDSM 101 on the same night might be pushing the envelope.
My eyes scan as far as they can on the horizon, searching for peeping Toms and peeping Tammys.
“You must really want to come because you’re not fighting me,” he says, groping my breasts.
His fingers pinch my hard nipples, and I bite my lower lip to curtail a cry. My breath hitches when he twists them.
“I love when you surrender to me. I can’t tell you what it does to me to know you trust me enough to give me everything.”
Take it. Take it all. It’s all yours.
“Your gorgeous tits are perfect, Michaela.” He toys with my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.
“Your nipples are so sensitive.” He squeezes them harder.
“I bet I could make you come just by squeezing these babies.” He presses his cock against my back as he pinches my nipples hard.
I’m this close to losing my mind.
Oh God.
This is so obscene.
And erotic as all fuck.
I could lie to myself, but I love being this exposed. The forbidden thrill of being watched is so kinky.
I only expected what was promised to me from this marriage––regaining control of our family hotel, debt free. This man’s feral appetite and his desire for me are beyond the realms of anything I could’ve hoped for.
Phoenix slides his hand down my stomach until he reaches my pussy and slaps it.
I choke.
Did he just slap my pussy?
He does it again.
Pain and pleasure fight for dominance. To my shock and dismay, pleasure wins.
My husband is turning me into someone daring and bold. And, I like her.
“I own this pussy,” he says, cupping my tingling lady parts.
My legs tremble in response.
I didn’t know there were levels to his alphaliciousness.
He glides two fingers between my pussy lips and pushes them knuckle-deep in a forceful thrust inside me.
I fold in half from the impact, and my hands slide down a few inches.
“Fuck, you’re ready for me,” he says.
He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath.
Phoenix fucks me deep with his long fingers.
I curl my hands into fists and bang them against the window.
His hand connects with my ass cheek.
“I said, your hands remain on the window. Don’t disobey me again.”
“I won’t.”
I splay my fingers against the window.
“Good girl.” He resumes his mission.
With great effort, I manage to keep my hands on the window, never breaking contact and never allowing them to slide.
By a miracle of God, they remain in position even when Phoenix rubs his cock against my clit.
And my hands don’t move when he glides his cock around my hole in mind-blowing circles, while fucking me with his fingers.
“You’re going to scream out my name so loud when I take your ass, they’ll hear you in Idaho. It won’t be from pain, it’ll be from ecstasy.”
I moan in delight.
His filthy words trigger a series of strong contractions against his invading fingers.
“That’s it, kitten. Show me how much you appreciate my fingers inside your sweet pussy.”
The man controls my body, because my pussy clenches again on command.
“Oh, fuck, I need to be inside you,” he says.
His strong hands grip my waist, forcing me to bend over. With a loud feral grunt, he thrusts inside me, balls deep, taking my breath away. All my senses shut down except for where our bodies meet. He’s buried so deep, I’m about to beg him to never come out.
He powers into me like an oil-drilling rig, pumping harder and harder.
He shows me no mercy.
And, I welcome every punishing thrust.
I meet his gaze in the window’s reflection.
His eyes are veiled with so much lust and desire, an expression that enters me deeper than hiscock.
One of his hands leaves my waist and he places it behind my head, forcing my face against the window.
I grunt as if he’s pushed all the air out ofme.
I’m trapped.
He loses it.
He fucks me with a vengeful force that makes me delirious. He’s cruel and careless with my body, and as God is my witness, I love it.
“More.”
“My demanding, dirty wife,” he says, driving into me like a savage.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.” I can’t stop chanting.
“Fuck, your pussy was made for my cock.”
“Don’t stop.”
He fucks me deeper. Faster. Harder.
I close my eyes, relishing what this man is doing to my body.
Phoenix slides a hand down my stomach.
“Come all over my cock,” he says in myear. “Come hard for me, kitten.”
He glides two fingers between my lips, flicking my clit. With every stroke, he chisels away the remainder of my resolve. One more flick and he obliterates the barrier between the waiting climax andme.
A familiar buildup curls inside my tummy, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
With one last hard thrust, Phoenix hits that spot inside me that sends me off like a rocket. A burst of bright light explodes behind my closed eyelids. It takes me a second to register the voice crying out is my own.
My body is engulfed in overwhelming sensations as I ride this sublime orgasmic wave.
“Oh, Phoenix,” I say over and over again as my release gushes out of me.
“Fuck, yeah, kitten, give it to me.” He doesn’t stop fucking me. On the contrary. My climax seems to trigger his, and he fucks me harder.
I come, and I come, and I come, sobbing incoherent prayers.
The embarrassment is long gone now. Phoenix doesn’t mind if I make a mess. Why should I?
“Oh, kitten. Fuck—” His body stills and his hands tighten around my waist. A feral grunt escapes him as his cock pulses withrelease, shooting his load deep inside my pussy.
With the last ounce of strength I possess, I clench my muscles hard, milking every drop of his warm cum, sating my every desire.
We pant heavy, unable to speak.
Seconds tick away.
I struggle to regulate my breathing. “I guess we were someone’s live porn stream tonight.”
“No one saw us,” he says against my earlobe.
“You’re saying that so I don’t freak out at the thought I just became an exhibitionist.”
“I’m saying that because the windows are tinted.”
What? “Tinted?”
“All the penthouse suites on the top floor have tinted windows from the outside. People across the street can’t see inside.”
I turn my head, meeting his eyes. “You tricked me?” I’m not sure if I should be outraged or relieved.
“Stop kidding yourself, kitten,” he says. “You enjoyed letting the bad girl come out to play. And trust me, I loved playing with her.”
“That may be so, but a heads up would’ve been appreciated.”
“A heads up would’ve prevented you from coming that hard. And that’s unacceptable to me,” he says. “As your husband and your lover, my job is to push you off the damn cliff every single time I fuck you.”
Well, I can’t argue with that logic.
We remain wrapped up like this for a while, neither of us in a rush to break the connection.
“Mine,” he says out of the blue in a low voice, tightening his embrace around my tummy.
Oh wow.
Should I keep a level head to avoid drowning in this man? Probably. After all, nothing real can come out of something that started out as a sham. But right now, I don’t give a damn.
It may only be for a year, but nonetheless, Phoenix Konig is mine. And I’m his.