Rooftop Temptation
The city lights glittered like scattered diamonds far below us, but all I could see was her. Elena Voss, my strict boss, stood at the edge of the rooftop in her tight black pencil skirt and crisp white blouse, the wind teasing strands of her dark hair across her sharp cheekbones. From the moment she’d pulled me up here after the late strategy meeting, the air between us crackled with something dangerous—her wedding ring glinting on her finger as she gripped the railing, and the hungry way her eyes kept flicking to my mouth.
“You’re staring again, Marcus,” she said, voice low and clipped like she was issuing orders in the boardroom.
“I can’t help it, Elena. You’re someone else’s wife… but fuck, the way you’ve been looking at me all week makes me wonder how bad you want this.”
She turned, stepping closer until I could smell her perfume—something expensive and spicy. Her breath hitched. “My husband’s out of town again. He hasn’t touched me in months. And you… you walk around the office like you know exactly what I need.” Her fingers brushed my tie, tugging me forward. “So stop talking and kiss me before I change my mind.”
Our mouths crashed together, hot and urgent. I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me so she could feel how hard my cock already was. She moaned into the kiss, grinding once, twice, like she was starving for it.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” she whispered against my lips, her hand sliding down to squeeze the thick bulge in my slacks. “I’ve been wet since the elevator.”
I spun her around, bending her over the wide concrete ledge that overlooked the glowing skyline. Her skirt rode up as I yanked it to her waist, revealing lacy black panties already soaked through. I ripped them aside, not bothering to take them off.
“张开腿，埃琳娜。让我看看那个已婚的小穴。”
She obeyed with a shaky gasp, arching her back. Two of my fingers plunged straight into her slick heat. She was drenched, tight walls clenching around me as I pumped hard and fast.
“Oh shit… yes, just like that,” she panted, pushing back onto my hand. “Finger my cunt. Make it sloppy for your cock.”
The wet sounds of her pussy filled the cool night air, mixing with distant traffic hum. I added a third finger, curling them against that spot that made her thighs tremble. Her wedding ring scraped the concrete as she gripped the edge, moaning louder.
我再也等不下去了。我掏出自己跳动的肉棒，又粗又布满青筋，龟头已经渗出了液体。我沿着她的肉缝来回磨蹭，逗弄她肿胀的阴蒂，直到她呜咽起来。
“Beg for it. Tell me how much you need a stranger’s cock while your husband’s away.”
“求你了，马库斯……操我。我现在就需要你那根大鸡巴撑开我这已婚的骚穴。把我填满——哦操！”
我猛地一挺，狠狠插进她体内，把每一寸都埋进她滴水的湿热里。她叫出声来，声音在屋顶墙壁间回荡。她的内壁疯狂地收缩着，又热又湿，我差点当场射出来。我紧紧抓住她的胯部，用又深又狠的节奏猛干，让她衬衫里的奶子不停晃动。
“Harder! Fuck me harder!” she demanded, voice breaking. “I haven’t been fucked like this in years… yes, right there, you’re hitting my cervix!”
I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I railed her from behind. The slap of skin on skin was loud, obscene. Her juices ran down my balls and her thighs. I felt her first orgasm building fast—her pussy started spasming, squeezing my cock like a vice.
“我要射了……别停，我要在你的鸡巴上高潮！”
她崩溃了，背弓起来，一声尖锐的尖叫从喉咙里迸出，小穴在我周围喷涌。我没有放慢，继续操她，直到她的腿抖得厉害，我不得不扶住她。
I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted one of her legs high. Her eyes were glassy with lust as I drove back inside her, this time staring into her face while I fucked her standing up. The city breeze cooled the sweat on our skin. I yanked her blouse open, buttons scattering, and sucked one hard nipple into my mouth while I pounded her dripping cunt.
“Cum inside me,” she begged between moans, nails digging into my shoulders. “I want to feel you shoot your load deep in someone else’s wife. Breed my cheating pussy, Marcus.”
那些下流话让我彻底失控。我更深、更快地向上顶入她，睾丸收紧。随着一声低沉的呻吟，我整根没入，爆发出来，浓稠的精液洪流般灌满她的子宫。她紧接着也高潮了，榨干我搏动阴茎里的每一滴，她的内壁阵阵收缩，我的种子满溢而出，顺着她的腿流下。
We stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed close. The distant city hummed below us like nothing had happened.
“Round two in my office tomorrow night?” she whispered, kissing me softly, her ring cold against my neck.
“除非你再穿那条裙子……而且这次不穿内裤。”
她笑了，邪恶又满足。“成交。”