Page 58 of Tempt Me

I gasped, my body off balance and my vision focusing on the sidewalk below me of the lower levels and the gap to the ground floor. The warbling noise of my body swaying back and forth on the weak links made me pant.

I turned my head, my eyes landing on the blinking red light on the hood.

He was…recording us.

“I thought you liked to watch, Little Voyeur.” He moaned, pressing me so hard into the links that I knew I would leave this fence with the imprinted marks on my skin.

He kissed my neck, trailing his tongue down my shoulder, and biting me on my sensitive flesh.

His wicked words were like a damning promise in my mind.

“Mmm, baby. You taste as sweet as I imagined. I am sure your cunt will be just as fuckingmaddeningas your skin.”

I blinked, my brain fogging up like the mirrors of the cars around us.

“Oh fuck…” I whispered.

His hands gripped my hips, bending me forward against the broken wobbling fence of chain. I couldn’t catch my breath with only the promise of death clouding my mind, staring at the cage in front of me.

“God, your body Fallon. I fucking love your curves.” He panted, ripping at the fabric of my dress and gripping my ass so hard that it brought tears to my eyes.

“So many fucking women starve themselves and force men to miss all this tantalizing body to devour,” he said, continuing to make me feel more appreciated than I had ever felt.

I knew my body was soft where most were toned, but Pharaoh didn’t care. He…wanted me.

I moaned, grinding my thick ass into his dick. His pants were barely able to contain his hard-on.

I squeaked at the feel of his thickness, my mind shouting at me to fucking run.

I struggled with my internal dialogue, and he took advantage of my lapse in judgment, completely ripping my sundress, the garment falling through the cracks in the fence and down the long drop to the ground.

My panties were his next victim. The thin thong was yanked to the side, and his mouth disappeared behind me. I gasped, hishot tongue latching onto my clit, and his thick fingers finding my entrance and pushing in deep and sure.

He fit perfectly.

His other hand gripped my ass, anchoring me against that damn chain while he sucked at my sensitive flesh. I moaned, this feeling nothing like when Ferdinand touched me or anyone else I had been with in high school.

I felt fucking free, teetering on the edge of my goddamned death, literally hanging over the ledge. I let myself feel his hand, his mouth. He felt too good. The heat grew in my stomach, the tingles sliding down my legs and into my calves.

I tried to turn my head to look at him, but he gripped his hand in my hair, fingering me harder, my body so close to falling off this peak.

“Fuuuck, Little Voyeur.” He groaned, his heavy panting next to my ear.

The professor latched onto my neck and went even deeper into my pussy. He added pressure, another finger sinking into my wetness, the contractions pulling him in. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my moans.

Pharaoh growled, pounding into me, my body jangling the fence. “Don’t you fucking dare. You feel me. You feel my fingers bringing you closer to the orgasm. You feel the tightness in your stomach, the pressure, the pull. Feel it all or feel nothing.”

He started to pull his hand away, and I cried out, rocking my body onto his hand like a wild bullrider.

He moaned in approval, giving me everything I asked for and more, his belt dropping to the cement and his warm skin making me jump.

He still wouldn’t let me see. His hand inched back into my hair as he ground into me, his thick cock rubbing over my pussy. The sensations sent me over the edge, screaming and crashing as if to the ground below.

After the last pulses slowed, I stood there in a puddle of my own mess.

He laughed, pulling away from me and finally allowing my body to get a reprieve from the fence and the immediate drop over the edge in front of it.

My face, chest, and thighs bared that mark of the chain links.