Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters #3)(56)

“So goddamn tight, princess,” I murmur against her cheek. “You like the way my fingers f*ck you? Do you like them better than my cock?”

“I—I like b-both,” she stutters, and I’m impressed she can even speak.

“I’ll give you both. Come with my fingers and then I’ll have you coming all over my cock. Do you want that?”

“Oh God … yes,” she moans as I feel her * tighten around my fingers and then she explodes, sobbing as her entire body is overcome. She shakes within my arms, my fingers coated with a fresh gush of wetness. When she sags against me, I carefully withdraw from her still shuddering body, grabbing the condom out of my pocket before I’m shoving off my pants and underwear, practically hopping out of them when they fall to my feet.

I tear into the wrapper, pulling the rubber ring out as I kick her legs open so she’s spread wider for me. Stopping in my race to get inside her, I stare dumbfounded for a moment at her *. It’s pink and glistening, on perfect display just for me, and I tear my gaze away from the fascinating view to catch her studying me from over her shoulder.

Her shoulders heave with her still ragged breaths. Her lips are parted and wet. Those big, luminous eyes watch me and I lean in, kissing her fiercely, stealing her breath and mine with the intense connection that we’ve woven between us in such a short amount of time.

“So f*cking beautiful, princess,” I tell her, my gaze never leaving hers as I move away from her so I can slip on the condom.

Voices sound and she turns her head on a gasp, peeking down below. More people are walking by, looks like two couples this time, and they’re laughing and chatting loudly, sounding a little drunk. Lily leans over the balcony railing, her hands still gripping the metal, her breasts practically dangling over the edge, and I take that moment to slip inside her, inch by inch, filling her up.

Making her sway and moan low in her throat.

The sound makes the chatter stop and we both go still, my cock throbbing inside her tight *. I wait, all the air trapped in my lungs, one hand smoothing over her ass, the other gripped around her waist. Slowly she starts to move and I look down at the spot where we’re connected, entranced by the way her * glides over my dick, taking it deeper and deeper until I disappear inside her body and then moving back out till only the very tip is nestled within.

I exhale through my nose, telling myself to keep it together when all I want to do is ram inside her until we both splinter apart. She’s riding my cock back and forth, in and out, her breasts swaying, her ass nudging against my front until I’m balls-deep buried in her snug heat.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I tell her, urging her on. The people are gone. I didn’t even hear them leave, too enraptured with the way she’s taking me, f*cking me. Because she is definitely the one f*cking me right now. I’m letting her control the depth, the speed, because I’m fascinated with the way she moves, the shape of her ass, the eager yet controlled way she rides me.

She swings her head, the hoop earrings flaring out as she watches me from over her shoulder yet again. Her eyes are dark, her mouth parted as if she’s struggling for breath. I reach for her, my hand snaking into her hair, fingers gripping the strands as I tug, bringing her to me. She lifts up, my cock still embedded in her body, her back to my front as we kiss, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, and she moans so loudly I’m afraid she’ll draw attention to us up here.

Not so afraid that it’ll stop us from doing this, though. There’s something freeing about being up here where anyone could see us, our bodies bared and the moonlight shining on her skin, her soft moans, my harsh grunts, the breeze wafting across our connected bodies, cooling our heated skin.

“You having fun controlling our f*cking?” I ask when I break the kiss first. She smiles against my mouth. “Ready for me to take over?”

“You don’t like what I’m doing?” She squeezes those velvety inner walls around my cock, making me groan, and then I’m shifting her around so she bends back over, her hands on the railing once more, my hand in her hair and the other hand on her hip as I start to pound inside of her. Taking her.

Claiming her.

She doesn’t miss a beat, her body moving with mine, her legs going wider and somehow sending me even deeper. I let go of her hair and grip either side of her hips, thrusting so hard my stomach slaps against her ass hard. Again. Harder. Taking her deep, my fingers embedded in her skin, my balls brushing against her *.

“Oh, f*ck yes,” she whispers just before I feel her come apart, her * clenching around my dick, her body quivering. I gather her up close, hold her through her orgasm, crooning a mixture of sweet and dirty words in her ear that make her shudder harder, her body melting against mine. I’m strung tight, my head spinning, my heart racing, my cock pulsating with the need to come, and when she finally quiets, that last shivery breath escaping her, I begin to move again.

“Bend over and hold on tight, princess,” I tell her, and she does as I command. “I’m going to f*ck you hard.” It’s supposed to be a warning, but I don’t think she’s scared.

No, not scared at all. She wags that tempting butt at me, my cock still buried deep, and I slide in farther, as far as I can go. Taking her without care, using her with every mad thrust of my hips. I’m like an animal out of control, unleashed, the familiar tingling at the base of my spine starting, spreading up, over, taking me straight over the edge until I’m the one falling completely apart.