Chapter 141: Crazy Idea (R18)

Sarah stayed draped over my chest for a long while, my cock still buried deep inside her, softening only slightly in the wet heat of her body. Her breathing gradually evened out. Soft fingers traced idle circles across my collarbone.

The room smelled of sex and her perfume and the faint sweetness of the chocolate-chip cookies that still lingered on her skin from earlier.

Eventually she lifted her head. Her glasses were long gone, set carefully on the nightstand sometime during the second round and her dark eyes looked almost dazed.

"I... can’t," she whispered.

I brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek. "Can’t what?"

"Lead." A small, almost embarrassed laugh slipped out of her. "I had so many things planned. Positions. Teasing. Ways I was going to keep you on the edge for an hour. The second you pushed inside me everything just... blanked. Eleven years and my brain short-circuited the moment I felt you stretch me open. I forgot every single idea."

I smiled, slow and warm. "That’s not a bad thing."

"It is when I promised myself I’d stay in control." She shifted her hips experimentally and both of us hissed at the residual sensitivity. "I wanted to ride you until you begged. Instead I came twice like a desperate woman who hasn’t been fucked in a decade."

"You are a woman who hasn’t been fucked in a decade," I reminded her gently. "And you still came on top of me looking like a goddess. No complaints from this side."

Sarah’s cheeks flushed deeper. She started to speak again, but I sat up carefully, keeping myself inside her as I moved. The change in angle made her moan softly against my neck.

"My turn," I said.

Her eyes widened a fraction. "Seth—"

"You had your chance to dominate. You used it beautifully. Now I’m taking the reins." I kissed the corner of her mouth. "And I’m going to do something a little crazy. Trust me?"

She searched my face for a second, then nodded.

I reached out with my mind the way I always did when I needed Paige.

’Paige. Security cameras in my wing and the adjoining balcony, shut them down. Completely. No recording, no live feed, no residual files. And make sure no one wanders this way for the next hour. If anyone even starts toward the residential hallway, redirect them.’

[Already on it, Host,] Paige’s voice answered, smug and amused. [Cameras offline. Motion sensors in the corridor set to ignore anything under two hundred kilograms. Enjoy your exhibitionist moment. I’ll keep the peanut gallery downstairs occupied.]

’Good girl.’

[Yes, daddy~]

I slid out of Sarah carefully. She made a small sound of loss. I stood, scooped her up bridal-style, ignoring her startled yelp, and carried her across the room.

The heavy curtains covering the tall glass doors to the private balcony parted under my free hand. Cool night air washed over our overheated skin as I stepped outside.

The balcony overlooked the rear gardens and, more importantly, had a clear angled view down through a wide arched window into the main lounge two floors below. Soft golden light spilled out.

I could see the back of Mom’s head on the couch, Dylan curled against her side with a cookie still in his hand. Yerin was sprawled on the rug, gesturing wildly at the television. Yoona sat elegantly beside Val, both of them laughing at whatever terrible movie was still playing. None of them looked up. None of them had any idea.

Sarah’s arms tightened around my neck when she realized where we were.

"Seth... are you serious?"

"Completely." I set her on her feet facing the thick stone railing, then turned her so her back pressed to my chest.

My hands slid around her waist, one cupping a heavy breast, the other dipping between her thighs to stroke through the slick mess we’d already made. "They’re right there. Watching a shitty horror movie. Eating cookies. Laughing. And you’re going to bend over this railing and take my cock while they sit fifteen meters away with no idea their quiet manager is getting fucked like a needy slut."

Sarah’s breath stuttered. "Someone could look up—"

"They won’t. No one’s coming near this wing." I nipped her earlobe. "Bend over."

She hesitated only a second longer, then leaned forward, bracing her forearms on the cool stone. The position pushed her full, soft ass back toward me and made her heavy breasts hang freely, nipples tightening further in the night air. The garter belt still framed her hips perfectly.

I stepped between her spread feet, gripped my cock, and rubbed the head up and down her soaked folds.

"Still so wet," I murmured. "Even after two orgasms."

"Seth—ah—please—"

I pushed in with one long, steady thrust.

Sarah’s moan was sharp and loud before she slapped a hand over her mouth. I didn’t give her time to adjust this time. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing softly in the open air. Her full ass jiggled with every impact. I set a hard, deep rhythm immediately, claiming, relentless.

"Fuck—oh god—Seth—"

"Louder," I ordered, though I kept my own voice low. "They can’t hear us from here, but I want to hear you. Let it out."

I brought one open palm down on the soft curve of her right cheek. The sharp crack cut through the night. Sarah cried out, walls clenching hard around me.

"Again," she gasped.

I spanked the other side, then the first again, watching the pale skin pink up under my hand while I kept fucking her deep. Every thrust drove her forward against the railing. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her with the force of it. Soft, broken moans spilled past the hand she’d pressed to her mouth.

"You like that?" I asked, voice rough. "Getting bent over a balcony and spanked while your son and my family sit right down there?"

"Y-yes—fuck—yes—"

I reached around and pinched one tight nipple, rolling it between my fingers while I continued the hard, steady pace. Another spank landed, harder this time. Sarah’s knees nearly buckled. I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her upright and kept driving into her.

"Eleven years without this," I growled against her ear. "Eleven years of taking care of everyone else. Tonight you’re just going to stand here and take cock like the beautiful, filthy woman you are."

"Seth—ah—harder—please—"

I gave it to her. Deeper. Faster. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting filled the balcony. Sarah’s moans grew higher, less controlled. One of her hands left the railing to reach back and grab my hip, pulling me into her even harder.

"That’s it," I praised. "Take it. Show me how much you needed this."

I spanked her again, once, twice, three times in quick succession, until both cheeks were warm and flushed under my palm. Every impact made her clench around me. Her juices coated my cock and dripped down the inside of her thighs. Below us the lounge lights stayed steady; laughter drifted faintly upward every now and then, completely unaware.

Sarah’s third orgasm hit without warning. She shoved her face against her forearm to muffle the cry, body shaking hard as her walls fluttered and milked me. I didn’t stop. I fucked her straight through it, chasing my own release now, hips snapping against her soft ass.

"I’m close," I warned.

"Inside," she begged immediately. "Come inside me again~ please~ I want to feel it~"

I buried myself to the hilt and came with a low groan, pulsing deep into her already flooded pussy. Sarah moaned at the sensation, pushing back against me to keep every drop inside. We stayed locked together for several long seconds, breathing hard, my cock twitching with aftershocks while her body continued to flutter around me.

Eventually I eased out. A thick trickle of our combined release immediately began to slide down her inner thigh. Sarah stayed bent over the railing a moment longer, trembling, before I gently pulled her upright and turned her into my arms.

Her face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with satisfaction and residual shock.

"That was insane," she whispered against my chest.

"You loved it."

"I did." She laughed softly, almost disbelieving. "I really did."

I kissed the top of her head, then the side of her neck. "Good. Because we’re not done yet. But first I’m carrying you back inside before your legs give out completely."

Sarah didn’t argue. She simply wrapped her arms around my neck and let me lift her again, both of us sticky and spent and still half-hard with leftover want. Behind us the lounge lights glowed warm and peaceful. No one had looked up.

[That was so hot. Bending over a milf gotta be a top achivement. She should call you daddy.]

’Meh, I already have one who calls me that ’

[Who is that lucky girl?]

’You’re forgetting yourself?’

[Hehe~ what can I say, I’m getting influenced.]