Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
The elevator shudders to a stop and then dings.
I squeeze the head of his cock and then slip my hand from his pants. He doesn't try to zip them up, not even when the doors slide open. I walk backwards out of the elevator.
He follows, his gray eyes locked on mine.
"Open the door," I demand, reaching for him again when we stop outside his room. My knuckles graze across his erection before I pull his shirt out of his pants and go to work on the buttons.
He does as told, inserting the keycard into the lock and then jerking it out again.
The door opens behind me.
I step backward into the room, pulling him with me.
As soon as the door slams closed, I'm on him again, shoving him against the wall as I rip through his buttons. He shrugs the shirt off.
"Goddamn," he groans when I scratch down his abdomen, causing his stomach to contract beneath my hands. He likes it rough too. I give him what we both want, delving one hand inside his pants again while scraping my nails across his hip.
His pants hit the floor, and then he's in my mouth again. I take him deep, sucking hard. His hips move as if he's fighting to keep from thrusting into the heat of my mouth, but he stays still, letting me do what I want to him. I suck him in until he's hitting the back of my throat, and then I cup his balls in my hand, playing with him, driving him crazy this time.
"Fuck, kitten," he growls, his jaw tight and his hands in fists against the wall. "Fuck."
"Give me what I want," I pull back to say before wrapping my lips around his length again. I use the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock, dragging it across the veins until he's moaning. I rake my teeth gently across the tip and then plunge down, taking him deep again. Over and over, until he's the one writhing this time, desperate for relief. I don't let him have it. When he's on the edge, so close his balls have drawn up, I pop off.
His eyes fly open, desire and fury peeking at me from the stormy gray depths. He's pissed, like I took away his favorite toy. But he still doesn't stop me. He watches me silently as I rip my dress over my head and toss it to the floor. My bra and panties follow. My hand slides down my stomach before my fingers delve into my folds.
I play with myself while he watches, his eyes smoldering. I'm so desperate for him, I don't even feel like myself. There's no shame, no embarrassment. All I feel is the heat of his gaze on me and the powerful pulse of desire inside me.
"Couch," I manage to gasp.
He moves that way, his gaze trained between my legs the entire time.
I straddle him, hovering over the head of his cock, when he sits.
Only when his gaze meets mine do I take him, slamming myself down to impale myself on him.
"Fuck!" he shouts, bucking upward.
I latch onto his shoulders and begin to move, taking him all the way in before pulling back to slam myself down again. He's so deep that he hits my cervix with every thrust, causing me to cry out as pain and pleasure suffuse my body, taking it over.
I ride him hard, fucking him with wild abandon. He lets me do it, his eyes trained between my legs so he can watch me fucking myself with his cock. Grunts and the slap of skin on skin fill the room. The smell of sex is overpowering. It makes me bolder, braver.
"I want you here next time," I tell him between panted breaths, dragging his hand around until his fingers rest against my back entrance.
"Fuck yes," he groans, the sound raw and wild. He presses against me, slipping a finger inside of me. He works it in and out, matching my rhythm, and then he adds another, stretching me.
I cry out, so full I can't think straight anymore.
He snatches control away as if he was just waiting for me to crumble. "Is this what you want?" he asks, his tone dark. He bucks upward and then leans in and sucks my nipple into his mouth. "You want me everywhere?"
"Yes," I sob, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure raging through me.
"Then take it," he grunts, grasping my hip with his free hand. He holds me steady, thrusting upward into me, fucking me this time. And he's so good at it. He's like an animal, uncaged and raging out of control. His cock and fingers drag me to the edge as he fills me again and again, his pace brutal. He withdraws his fingers from my ass only to slip them back inside again when I cry out at the loss.