Page 67 of Aim Assist

"Liam—"

Slap.

It doesn't hurt. The impact sends fiery pleasure everywhere in a warm little explosion.

"Liam," I whine.

He slaps my ass again, the sound loud as it bounces off the metal walls of our little sex cubicle.

I'll never look at elevators the same way again.

"I'm going in slow, angel. I don't want you to tear. I want to use your pussy again later."

Later?

My vagina clenches at the promise, and he groans, pushing in a little. The stretch is such a euphoric burn, and I try shoving back again.

This time, he grabs my hair and slams home, and fuck, it hurts. So. Good.

"Shit," he mutters, and I laugh.

"I told you to get inside."

"You're probably ripped apart."

"Worth it." I wiggle against him, and he pulls out slowly with a grunt, until only the tip of him is left inside.

I'm empty and I hate it.

"More, Liam."

"Such a greedy fucking angel." His next thrust is slow and measured, and he pulls my head back by my hair. "Just shut up for once, Amy. Let me enjoy this. Let me enjoy you."

Me? Shut up?

Clearly the man doesn't know me.

"No." I use my arms to shove my entire body back into his with such force that he grunts, letting go of my hair to grab at my hips and stabilize us both. "Fuck me like you mean it, Liam. You've been teasing me all night. Fuck me like the world's watching."

His fingers are going to leave bruises, but there's no pain to be had. Only pleasure.

Maybe I'll feel it afterward. Who knows.

Right now, I don't care.

"So naughty," he murmurs, rolling his pelvis against me.

"Hurry the fuck up, Liam."

His laughter makes me smile until he's fucking me with such frenzy that I can't really stay on my feet. The stabilizing bar is the only thing keeping me up, and I have a fucking death grip on that thing as he sets a brutally paced rhythm I'm not even sure is humanly possible to keep up.

But he does.

He's panting and whispering dark things about my pussy and how it's gripping him like the a wet fucking glove, and somehow that's all just sensual music to my ears.

One of his hands roams across my body with desperate abandon, pinching and twisting at my nipples, massaging the soft flab of my tummy, occasionally dipping down to rub and tease at my clit.

All of it's good. All of it's great. All of it's fucking amazing, except how he won't settle for any one thing so I can come.

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