Page 45 of Dirty Shots

Chapter Fifteen

Anya

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By the time they’d reachedEric’s apartment, Anya had managed to compose herself, hoping the flush had died from her cheeks and chest. She couldn’t help but notice how the inside of the cab stank of her arousal as they’d climbed from the car. Will the scent alone turn the driver on? Would he end up with a hard on due to her pheromones but have no idea what caused it?

Eric wasted no time getting her up to the apartment, throwing some cash at the cab driver—probably way above what the fare actually was—and whisking her up to his place. They were kissing before they even hit the elevator, and as soon as the door slid open, Eric pushed her inside, keeping her moving until her ass hit the mirrored wall behind. The kiss was hard and passionate, his hands lacing in her hair, framing her face. She reached down and cupped the hard length in his pants, loving the moan he emitted as she squeezed his cock.

The elevator doors slid open, and they staggered out, Eric reaching into his pocket for his keys to unlock the front door.

They fell into his apartment, her tugging at his pants, yanking down the zipper, and freeing him. She sighed in pleasure as her fingers wrapped around the silken, hard heat of him, and dropped to her knees.

“Oh, Anya.”

It was his turn to be pleasured.

She opened her mouth, first inhaling his musky male scent, and darted out her tongue to lick at the salty pre-cum. She lifted her eyes to him as she did so, knowing how much eye contact turned him on. He was staring down at her, his full lower lip slack with lust, his breath ragged.

Her heart swelled at the sight of him, knowing that all she wanted was to make him happy, to make him feel as though he couldn’t live without her.

God, I love this man.

The thought appeared in her mind, surprising her. And that was that. Her mind was made up. She would do anything to make Eric happy, even if it meant her parents never spoke to her again.

She opened her mouth and leaned in, closing her lips around his shaft. Pushing down, the glans of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she groaned herself, knowing how it would make the back of her throat vibrate. His hands caught in her hair, knotting roughly, but she liked the pain.

“Oh, fuck, Anya. That feels so good.”

She swirled her tongue around his length, bobbing her head back and forth. She fisted the lower part of him, masturbating him as she sucked. He was so hard. She wanted him inside her badly. But first she wanted to tell him something.

Pulling her mouth from him, but still using her fingers to stroke up and down his shaft, she looked up at him and said, “I’ll do it. I’ll tell my parents what we’ve been doing. You can have the exhibition.”

It took a moment for what she’d said to sink in, and then he smiled and reached down to pull her to her feet. She let go of his cock, and he crushed her to him, his erection pressing hard against her stomach. He kissed her, long and hard, his fingers still in her hair.

He broke the kiss. He gazed down at her and stroked her cheek. “You are fucking amazing, Anya. I hope you know that.”

I love you,she wanted to say, but couldn’t. It was too soon.

“Now you need to show me how amazing I am,” she teased him. “I want you inside of me.”

“Your wish is my command.” He reached down to hook his arms beneath her thighs and picked her up. Her thighs wrapped around his waist, his erection pushed flat against his stomach and her pussy. She writhed on him, using her hips to get herself off on the hard length. Her arms wound around his neck, and they kissed even as Eric carried her across the floor of the apartment to lower her onto the couch.

“These panties have gotten in my way once too often this evening,” he growled, dragging them down her thighs and throwing them to the floor. At some point he’d kicked off his pants, so his erection stuck out in front of him, curving upward slightly toward his stomach. He knelt between her thighs, and she sat up a little, pulling at his shirt. He helped her undo the buttons and then stripped off the material.

She saw the mirror crescents of teeth marks in his shoulder, and her heart jolted. “Oh, no, I hurt you.”

“No, you didn’t. I enjoyed it. You can bite me whenever you want.”

He unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in only her black lacy bra. Without bothering to undo the back, he pulled the material of the cups down so they exposed her breasts, but still cupped beneath them, giving the effect of the kind of push up bra she certainly didn’t need.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

He fell to her nipples, and reached between her legs at the same time, pushing his fingers inside her once again, while he sucked and licked her nipples. She groaned and arched her back, pushing her full breasts even farther into his face.

Eric removed his fingers and used her cream to slick down his cock. Then he held himself over her and thrust his hips, the head of his erection pushing against her wet opening, stretching her inner labia as he pushed inside her.

She gasped, “Oh, Eric,” and wrapped her legs around his hips, so her heels pressed into the solid muscles of his ass. She rocked her hips up to meet his, wanting him deeper and deeper. He lowered his face, kissing her throat, his teeth lightly biting. His hands found her hips, and he sat back on his heels, pulling her down the couch to bring her with him. Her legs straightened, her heels now around the back of his neck. She sat up, propped on her elbows so she could see. His cock drove in and out of her, the length of his erection coated in her cream.

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