With my dress hiked up high around my waist and my hips tilted back toward him, I stood completely exposed and on display, my ass presented like an offering, pussy still slick and swollen from his tongue.

The red emergency light cast a crimson glow over our reflections—me bent forward, vulnerable and arched, him towering close behind, his large hands locked onto my hip bones, fingers digging in with possessive force.

The sharp clink of his belt buckle rang out, metal scraping against metal in the confined space, followed by the rasping slide of his zipper being yanked down. He freed his cock with a low grunt, the broad, heated...