Page 136 of Joey

“The middle one.” He chuckles as he twists his inside me, causing specks of light to cloud my vision.

“I m-meant which brother, asshooo—” My orgasm washes over me, stealing my ability to finish the sentence.

“That was close, baby girl. You almost called me an asshole.”

Panting to catch my breath, I giggle. “No, I was just coming.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs. “I need you naked.”

Crouching down, he shoves my panties down my legs, and I step out of them. Within seconds, he has me pressed against the window, and I shiver at the sensation of cool glass on my warm skin. My stiff nipples brush against the hard surface, making me moan.

“You see that?” Max asks, his hot mouth brushing my ear as he unzips his pants. “Look at this city while I fuck you. The city that your family owns. Does that make you feel powerful?”

I push my ass back against him, feeling his hard length against the seam of my ass. “Not as powerful as knowing how desperate you are to fuck me.”

A dark laugh rumbles through his chest. “Careful, baby girl,” he warns.

Then he sinks into me, and I moan his name, relieved to be full of him. My body aches unless he’s inside me.

“You like being fucked while the city watches you, Joey?” he asks, even though nobody can see through these windows.

“I’d let you fuck me anywhere in front of anyone, Max.”

“Fuck, baby.” He drives into me, lifting me off my feet with the force of his thrusts. “Such a naughty slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“So wet for me too. You hear that pussy slurping on my cock?”

“Y-yes.”

He places his palms flat against the window. “Play with yourself. Let this city watch you come for me.”

Reaching down, I rub my clit while Max sucks and nibbles on my neck and fucks me against the glass. The muscles in his thighs and abs tense as he nears the edge.

“You gonna show this city how hard you make me come, Max?” I tease him, pressing more firmly on my clit as he picks up his pace.

“Damn right, baby girl,” he says, yanking my hand away so he can take over. The pads of two thick fingers circle my clit while he rolls his hips, dragging that barbell on the crown of his cock over the sweet spot inside me.

“Fuck, Max.”

“Your cunt takes my cock so fucking well. Fuck!” He bites down on my neck as he fills me with his cum, bringing me along with him. My climax bursts through me and I squirt all over his cock and his hand, splattering the window too. At one time, I probably would have felt embarrassed, now it’s just part of living with my very own kinky sexual genius.

He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I’m gonna have to clean those windows again.”

“You could stop fucking me against them,” I suggest.

“Not a fucking chance, baby.”

We lie in bed facing each other, Max still in his shirt and pants and me completely naked—just the way he likes me.

“I spoke to Kristin today too.”

“You did?” he asks.

“Yeah. She said she’s gotten so fat that Jakob has to help her put her sneakers on. She can’t wait for the baby to arrive.”

“Well, it shouldn’t be much longer for her,” he says with a soft smile.