Trouble Part 2 - Episode 1

He had me bent over the balcony railing before sunrise, city lights still pulsing below us. The dress slipped off my shoulders like it knew the drill, silk whispering down my legs until it pooled around my ankles. Cold marble pressed against my stomach while his hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding exactly where I was wet and ready. Two fingers sank in slow, curling just right, making my knees buckle. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. He laughed, low and rough, then replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock, pushing in one smooth thrust that stole the air from my lungs. Each stroke shoved me forward against the railing until the skyline blurred. He gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back to meet him, the wet slap of skin on skin cutting through the morning quiet. When he reached around and circled my clit, my whole body went tight, then broke open around him. I came shaking, nails scraping marble, while he drove deeper and finished inside me with a guttural curse against my neck.