It’s time to get settled in the honeymoon suite

Felicity was jolted awake by the sound of the landing gear descending, the gentle hum of the plane’s engines increasing as it made its final approach to their destination. She stretched, her body still humming from the secret pleasure James had given her. She felt a strange sense of comfort in her new role, the thrill of the unknown making her heart race.

As they disembarked, the warm tropical air hit them like a wall, filled with the scent of saltwater and the faint sound of waves crashing in the distance. James took her hand firmly in his, leading her through the airport to the waiting limousine. The driver greeted them with a nod, his eyes lingering a moment too long on Felicity's barely covered chest. She felt a thrill at his blatant gaze, knowing the power she held in her sexuality.

The hotel lobby was a vision of modern luxury—white marble floors, chrome accents, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the ocean. As they checked in, James whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine, "Remember, you're my little slut now. And everyone here will know it." She gulped, her pulse quickening at the thought of the adventures that awaited them.

The elevator ride to their penthouse suite was filled with tension as James’s eyes raked over her, his desire clear. Once inside the vast, modern room, he dropped their luggage and turned to her with a predatory smile.

"Take off those clothes," he ordered, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to see you in just the purple lingerie you teased me with in those photos on Sunday."

Felicity's hands shook as she obeyed, her body responding to his command. She stepped out of the shorts and pulled the tank top over her head, dropping them to the floor. The purple lace bra and thong looked even more provocative than they had in the store, her skin glowing against the vibrant color. James’s gaze was intense, his pupils dilated with want.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Now, go to the balcony. Open the doors and lean against the railing."

Her heart racing, Felicity did as she was told, the cool ocean breeze brushing against her bare skin as she stepped outside. The view was stunning—endless blue horizon and the sound of waves breaking against the shore. She felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with vulnerability as she leaned her elbows on the railing, the thong cutting into her sensitive flesh and the bra barely containing her breasts. The wind played with her hair, sending strands dancing around her flushed face.

James followed, his eyes never leaving her. He took in the sight of her in the purple lace, her legs slightly apart, the thong cutting a stark line across her ass. He could see the wetness of her desire, the fabric clinging to her folds. The urge to claim her, to make her his in every way imaginable, was overpowering. He quickly stripped off his t-shirt and stepped behind her, his hands on her hips, pulling her back against him.

"Do you want me to fuck you here?" he asked, his voice low and gruff with need. "Where anyone could see?"

Felicity's heart hammered in her chest at the thought. She nodded, the thrill of exhibitionism coursing through her.

"Good slut," James murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples through the flimsy lace, making her gasp. "But first, I want to see how much of a slut you really are."

He turned her around, the **** of his grip making her stumble. He kissed her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth as he pushed her against the railing. The metal was cold against her back, the wind whipping around them.

James's hand slid down to her thong, his thumb hooking into the fabric and tugging it aside. His fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive in her arousal.

Felicity's eyes fluttered shut as he began to rub her in firm circles, his other hand holding her face, keeping her gaze on his so he could watch every response. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach, straining against his pants. The sound of the waves grew louder, matching the tempo of her racing heart.

James's fingers slid lower, pushing into her wet pussy, stretching her open. She moaned loudly, closing her eyes before he told her to look at him, the sensation of his thick digits filling her making her legs wobble. The fear of being caught out here in the open air only heightened the experience, making her orgasm build faster and more intensely than ever before.

"You're mine," he growled, his eyes boring into hers, "and I'll take you whenever I want, wherever I want." His words were like a brand, searing her with the heat of his possession. She could feel her juices running from her, the lace sticking to her skin as he pumped his fingers into her with purpose.

And then, just as the wave of pleasure was about to crash over her, James abruptly removed his hand. Felicity whimpered with need, her eyes searching his, questioning. He smirked, the promise of more pleasure glinting in his gaze. With a swift move, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop to the floor, freeing his erection. It was thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He didn't waste any time, lining it up with her steamy entrance.

"Beg for it," he ordered, his voice a dark whisper.

Felicity's breath hitched, her eyes wide with need. "Please, James," she whimpered, "I need you inside me."

With a wicked smile, he thrust into her, filling her completely in one swift movement. Her orgasm crashed over her as she felt the head of his cock press against the deepest part of her, the suddenness of his intrusion pushing her over the edge. She screamed out, her voice spreading across the hotel complex, her body spasming around him as the waves of pleasure consumed her.

James didn’t stop, his strokes deep and relentless, his grip on her hips tight. He watched her face contort with ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth open in a silent cry. The sight of her like this—his little slut, taking him so willingly in such a public place—was almost too much to bear.

With a grunt, he bent his knees slightly and lifted her right leg, holding it at his waist. This new angle allowed him to hit her g-spot with every powerful thrust, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure. She clutched the railing with one hand, her knuckles white with the effort to stay upright, while the other hand was tangled in her hair, pulling it as if to ground herself amidst the overwhelming sensations.

Felicity’s moans grew louder, echoing across the balcony and into the open air. She could almost feel the eyes of the hotel guests and staff below on them, and the fear of being caught only added to the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. She didn’t care if they saw—she was lost in the moment, a willing participant in this deliciously sinful act.

James’s strokes grew harder and faster, his breathing ragged in her ear. His hand slid up her side, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, exposing her neck to his hungry mouth. He kissed it passionately, sucking and licking her skin, and she moaned, the sensation sending sparks through her nerves, straight to her clit. His other hand slammed into the railing next to hers, the metal clanging with the **** of his thrusts.

Felicity felt like she was in a trance, her body moving with James’s rhythm as if they were one. The wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of the ocean and the sound of distant laughter from the beach below. The world outside their little bubble didn’t matter; all she knew was the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, making her his.

As James’s strokes grew more urgent, Felicity could feel him swelling within her, his grip on her hair tightening. He was close, she could tell by the **** edge to his breathing, the tension in his body. And she was there with him, her orgasm building again, ready to shatter.

With a final, powerful thrust, James released his load deep inside her, his come spurting in hot, thick ropes that filled her completely. She felt her walls contract around him, milking him dry as she climaxed again, her scream echoing out. Her body trembled, the intensity of the orgasm leaving her weak and shaking.