Chapter 520: Chapter 520

I reached up, my hand sliding under the crimson silk to capture her breast again, squeezing the soft weight of it while my thumb flicked over the stiff nipple. Every time our bodies collided, a small, broken sound escaped her throat—a mix of a moan and a plea. I could feel her internal muscles starting to twitch, that familiar, electric tension building in the air between us.

"You’re the best thing in this penthouse, you know that?" I said, my hands moving to her waist to steady her as I increased the power behind every strike. "Better than the view, better than the money. Just you, right here."

"Evan... oh god, Evan," she gasped, her head tossing back as she gripped my forearms for dear life. "I’m right on the edge. It’s too much... it’s so much..."

"Take it, Jas. Take every bit of it," I urged, my own pulse thundering in my ears. I shifted my thumb over her clit, rubbing with a fast, heavy pressure that made her entire frame shudder. "Show me how much you want this."

Her breathing turned into a series of frantic, shallow hitches, her chest heaving against mine. The friction was becoming unbearable, a white-hot buildup that made my vision swim. She was falling apart in my arms, her body beginning to spark with the first signs of the coming wave.

"I’m gonna... I’m gonna break, Evan! I can’t... oh god!"

"Give it to me, Jas! Cum for me!"

I wasn’t being gentle. I wanted her to feel every bit of the frustration I’d been carrying since the fight with Nala. I kneaded her breasts, my thumbs flicking over her nipples until they were sensitive to the point of pain, while my lower half continued to ravage her. She was a blur of crimson silk and pale skin, her hair flying wildly as she rode me toward the edge.

The climax hit her like a physical blow. Her entire frame went rigid, her back arching so far I thought she might snap. She let out a long, shattered cry, her internal muscles going into a violent, crushing lockdown that felt like a thousand tiny fingers squeezing the life out of my cock. She rode the wave for what felt like an eternity, her head tossing from side to side as she sobbed my name into the cold night air.

The sensation of her release, combined with the sheer, agonizing tightness of her peak, was the final straw for me. I felt the pressure in my gut turn into a white-hot explosion. I gripped her hips, my thumbs digging into her hipbones, and I drove into her one last time, my head falling back as I emptied myself deep inside her.

The orgasm was a total system failure, a series of electric pulses that felt like they were being milked out of my very soul. I poured into her, a frantic, endless flood of heat, while Jasmine slumped forward, her chest heaving against mine, her sweat-slicked skin cooling instantly in the balcony air.

We stayed like that for a long, heavy minute, our synchronized, wrecked breathing the only sound in the penthouse. I could feel the cooling evidence of our session between us, the red silk gown now a ruined, damp mess against her skin.

Slowly, Jasmine lifted her head, her eyes glazed and unfocused, a small, triumphant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She leaned in and gave me a soft, lingering kiss, tasting of mint and the intensity of the last twenty minutes.

"Better?" she whispered, her voice a mere ghost of its usual strength.

"Much," I panted, wiping a stray hair from her damp forehead. "Definitely better."

"Good," she murmured, resting her chin on my shoulder as she looked out at the city. "Because I’m not letting you go back inside until you’ve forgotten every other woman’s name."

The sunbed was becoming too small for the energy between us, a cramped stage for the fire Jasmine was lighting in my gut. I didn’t want her just sitting on me anymore; I wanted to see her against the backdrop of the city she worked so hard to conquer.

I gripped her waist, my fingers digging into the soft flare of her hips, and hoisted her up. Jasmine let out a startled gasp, her legs dangling for a second before I set her feet on the cold tile. I stood up with her, the night air hitting my sweaty skin like a splash of ice water, but the heat radiating from her kept me grounded.

"Over there," I said, nodding toward the thick glass panel that looked out over the sprawling, glowing grid of the city.

Jasmine didn’t hesitate. She walked to the edge, her crimson silk gown fluttering around her thighs, and leaned forward. She pressed her palms flat against the cool glass, her back arching into a deep, elegant curve that made my mouth go dry. I stepped up behind her, looking at the view.

I reached down and guided myself back into her from behind. The angle was different; deeper, more invasive. Jasmine let out a long, shuddering moan that fogged the glass directly in front of her face. I gripped her hips, my thumbs hooking into the front of her hipbones to anchor her as I began to drive into her with a heavy, rhythmic force.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of our bodies meeting was dull against the glass. Below us, the streetlights and car headlamps looked like a slow-moving river of gold, but up here, it was just us and the wind whistling against the penthouse exterior.

"Look at that, Jas," I whispered, leaning over her so my chest pressed against her bare back. I reached around, my hands capturing her breasts, kneading them firmly while I continued the assault. "The whole city is right there, and they have no idea what I’m doing to you."

"Evan... oh, god," she choked out, her fingers splayed wide against the panel. "It’s so... high. I feel like I’m falling."

"I’ve got you," I promised, my pace increasing. "I’m not letting you go anywhere."