Chapter 519: Chapter 519

She bit her lip, her eyes locking onto mine with a dark, heavy intent. She gave a slow nod, and I felt her hand move. She reached down, her fingers sliding under the waistband of my shorts and grabbing my half-hard cock. She squeezed, her thumb tracing the head with a slow pressure that made my brain go fuzzy.

The glass panels of the balcony held back the worst of the winter wind, but the air out here was still sharp enough to make every touch feel like a lightning strike. Jasmine’s hand was a furnace against my skin as she gripped me, her thumb sliding over the head of my cock with a slow, heavy pressure. I let out a long, jagged exhale, my head thumping back against the sunbed’s cushion.

"You’re always so ready for me," she whispered, her voice dropping into that low, smoky register that made my blood boil. "Even when you’re moping about Nala, this part of you knows exactly what it wants."

"Hard not to be ready when you’re walking around in a gown that’s basically a red mist," I grunted, my hands finding her waist and pulling her closer.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she slid off my lap and knelt between my legs on the narrow sunbed. She reached out, her fingers catching the hem of my shorts and tugging them down past my hips until I was fully exposed to the cold. I felt my cock twitch and thicken, standing at attention as she leaned in.

She didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling in a wide, wet circle before she took me deep. I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her as she began to move. The heat of her mouth was incredible compared to the chill of the balcony. She was focused, her eyes looking up at me through her lashes, watching my reaction with satisfaction. She sucked the air out of the room, her throat working as she took as much of me as she could, her hands reaching back to knead her own thighs as she worked.

"Fuck, Jas... you’re getting too good at that," I muttered, my hips hitching involuntarily.

She pulled back with a wet, lingering sound, a string of saliva connecting us for a brief second before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She smirked, her face flushed and her eyes dark with intent.

"I told you, I’ve been practicing," she said, her voice a sultry dare. "Now, get that shirt off. I want to feel you."

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it onto the tiled floor. The cold air hit my chest, making my skin prickle, but the moment Jasmine crawled back over me, the chill vanished. She straddled my lap, the sheer silk of her red nightgown bunching up around her waist. She reached down, guiding me to her entrance, which was already soaking, her heat radiating against me.

She lowered herself down, an inch at a time, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt her internal muscles stretch to accommodate me, a tight, crushing fit that made me hiss through my teeth. Once she was bottomed out, she stayed still for a heartbeat, a long, shaky breath escaping her lips.

"Oh god... Evan... you’re so big today," she whimpered, her hands moving to my chest, her nails digging into my pecs.

"Maybe I just missed you," I moaned, my hands sliding down to her ass.

I gripped the fleshy mounds of her cheeks, my fingers digging in deep as I began to help her move. She started a slow, grinding motion, her hips swaying as she tried to catch every nerve ending. I reached up, my hand sliding under the thin silk of her gown to find her breast. I captured her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, kneading the stiff peak with a firm, constant pressure. She let out a sharp gasp, her head falling back, exposing the long, elegant line of her neck to the moonlight.

"Yes... just like that," she sobbed, her pace picking up.

I watched her move, the city skyline of the penthouse floor stretching out behind her like a sea of diamonds. It was a surreal moment—fucking a woman like Jasmine on a private balcony high above the world.

"Look at us, Jas," I muttered, my voice thick with lust. "We really moved up in the world, didn’t we? From those shitty apartments to... this."

"Don’t talk about the past," she hissed, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. "Just stay right here. Inside me. Make me forget everything else."

I shifted my grip, my palms landing flat against her ass, and I delivered a sharp, stinging slap that echoed off the glass panels. The sound was like a gunshot, and it sent a jolt of pure electricity through her. She cried out, her hips snapping down onto me with a new, violent energy.

"Fuck... I love this cock..."

"And I love this pussy." I chuckled.

I didn’t hold back. I began a relentless, heavy assault, my hips slamming into hers with a force that made the sunbed creak and groan under our combined weight. I reached around her, my fingers finding her clit and adding a buzzing, frantic pressure that acted like an accelerant. She was falling apart in my arms, her breathing turning into a series of short, panicked hitches.

"Look at me, Jasmine," I commanded, my voice thick and low. "Look at the city. Look at how high we are while I’m inside you."

She gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she forced her eyes open, glancing over the glass railing at the shimmering lights of the skyline before her gaze snapped back to mine, blown out and glazed with heat. "I can’t... I can’t even think about the city, Evan. All I feel... is you."

I shifted my weight, driving upward with a shallow, fast motion that made the wet sounds of our bodies echoing off the balcony glass even louder. I leaned in, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear as I whispered, "You’re so tight, Jas. Like you were made just to hold me. You feel how much you’re shaking?"

"I’m... I’m losing it," she sobbed, her hips hitching in a desperate attempt to find a faster pace. "Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

Damn. This Pleasure Skill was wonderful. Maybe being a ’monster’ wasn’t so bad, huh?

Naah.