Page 32 of Aim Assist

Two.

Soft arms wind around my neck, fingers threading through my hair, tugging me impossibly closer. I'm drowning in sensation, in her. I want to eat her alive.

Three.

My hips grind against her, and she tries to get closer, as if any space even exists between us anymore. I'm addicted to her soft warmth, but I need more. I need to have her writhing beneath my hands.

Four.

Yanking the hem of her skirt up, I push her that last millimeter against the wall, hiking her leg up and around my waist. Her body trembles, unsteady on one heel, so I steady a hand against her hip.

Five.

My free hand dives between her thighs. There's no time to play; the doors will open any second. The slight lightheaded feeling as we rise in floors only makes this moment all the sweeter, my fingers plunging straight into that moist, wet heat. First the middle finger with a rough entry, and I swallow her gasp, even as I elicit more.

Six.

My thumb rubs against her clit and her hip bucks. Sliding another finger inside is easier than I expect. I thrust into her in a rush, enjoying the mewls and gasps that escape her with every jolt as my fingers curl against that soft spot right inside.

Seven.

I abandon her mouth and her head falls back against the wall as she whimpers. The muscles of my arm bunch and tense as I piston my fingers in a rhythm too rapid for her moans to keep up with.

Eight.

Watching her face is a bliss greater than anything. The way her entire face flushes. How her eyes scrunch close and her lips part in ragged gasps and whimpers.

Nine.

She's louder now, every part of her so tense that I can feel her bearing down against my fingers. She's close, and—though I'm not familiar with her body—I already know it's going to be violent.

Ten.

"Ah!" she shrieks, pushing me away with one hand and yanking me forward with another. I don't let up the pace, watching as she explodes into a delicious mess in my arms.

Ten.

Fucking.

Seconds.

She's amazing.

The ding of the elevator jolts me back to reality, but I'm too far gone to care. In one swift motion, I yank her skirt down and hoist her over my shoulder, her surprised squeal music to my ears.

The generous curve of her ass is right next to my face, and I spank it without thinking, only to hear her moan and wiggle.

Oh, yeah.

My girl likes it all.

And my cock is going to explode if I can't get inside of her. Soon.

Long strides carry us down the deserted hallway, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps. She's a delicious weight against me, all soft curves and barely leashed passion, with wetness sliding down her thighs. I can feel it where my hand's clamped around her leg, holding her still.

"Liam," she groans, "I can walk."

"Nope." I slap her ass one more time for good measure before fumbling for the key card, a husky chuckle rumbling through me as her wandering hands slide down my back and over my ass.

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