The city looks gorgeous at night, was my first thought when my gargoyle lover scooped me into his arms.

I shivered, the breeze caused by his wings ripping right through the sundress I was wearing, despite it being the height of summer.

“Cold?” he asked.

“A little.”

“I can think of a way to warm you up,” he said suggestively.

I was shocked. “Out here in the open? While you’re flying?” I gasped.

He shifted my weight from both arms to one, his free hand slipping under my dress to feel my bare pussy. He grinned as he stroked over me. “Your protestations are not echoed down here.”

Embarrassingly enough, I was dripping wet. “You’re manhandling me. Of course that gets me hot,” I said with a sniff, pretending his now-thrusting fingers weren’t affecting me.

“Then allow me to manhandle you a little more,” he teased, changing my position so that my legs wrapped around his waist.

His tail took over for his fingers, spearing into me and driving me wild.

Soon, his cock was rubbing against me, having exited the sheath in his body. I groaned, desperate to have it deep within me again.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, ever the gentleman.