Chapter 47

CHLOE DUARTE

The sound of the slap is loud, but James doesn't seem to care about that sort of thing at this point as he begins another sequence of slaps on my ass which burns with the force of his hand.

I sigh loudly feeling the man of all woman's dreams fuck me harder and harder, I close my eyes moaning softly feeling his hand grip my neck from behind forcing me to lift my head and stand with my hips higher than before.

“James, please!", I groan wanting more and more and he doesn't deny me this as he moves away from me quickly.

I feel my body being lifted off the table and seconds later I am with my body against the clear glass of the large living room window, my eyes meeting the busy city outside wondering if anyone downstairs or in another building can see us here.

But by then I too have lost all control left inside me, I feel my body completely sweaty, and my skirt clinging and wrapped around my waist as James turns me to face him and picks me up on