Page 98 of Love Without Demands

With his mouth at my ear, Rider began to finger-fuck me with ruthless efficiency. I was so keyed up when we left the bar, I was sure I would come as soon as he touched me again.But with all those people down there. I can’t…

“Get out of your head, pretty girl. My room is on the fifty-fifth floor, and you have until then to come all over my fucking hand. Or else.”

“Or else what?” I squeaked as his ring finger reached forward to give my clit some attention.

“You don’t want to know,” he replied ominously, only ramping up the thrills running up and down my legs. My pussy tightened around his invading fingers as he sped up his movements. “Fuck, you hear that, baby? You hear the sounds your cunt is making for me? Such a nice, wet, tight, little pussy. It’s crying for my touch, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered, my breath forming a circle of steam on the glass in front of me. The sounds of wetness filled the elevator car with every in and out movement of his thick fingers.

“You’re going to come right here like a good fucking girl, and then, when we get to my room, I’m going to make you choke out my name around my cock while you suck me off.”

Good fucking hell!

He continued spewing pure filth into my ear, his skilled fingers never stopping between my legs. “I want you to drink me down, and if you spill a single drop, I’ll spank your pussy until it’s bright red and swollen. And then I’ll fuck it till you’re raw.”

His words ignited me, and my sex clenched hard around his roughly plunging fingers. “God, I’m…”

All movement and speech ceased when the elevator stopped on the twelfth floor.Shit, shit, shit!Rider quickly stepped closer to me, but didn’t remove his damn hand from beneath my dress. I could only hope his body blocked my bare ass from view as I heard two women enter the car, their voices chattering happily.

“Which floor are the guys on?” one asked.

“Seventeen. They’re so effing hot,” the other giggled.

Rider leaned forward, his voice a hissing whisper. “I feel you pulsing around my fingers, cariño. You have to hold on for five floors. Don’t come until they get out of this elevator, or I’ll bend you over and fuck your ass in front of them.”

My hands clasped the rail so hard they cramped as his fingertips massaged my G-spot, not enough to make me come, but enough to keep my impending orgasm from fading completely away. He did seem to be quite well versed with how the female anatomy worked, as he’d mentioned back in the bar.

I listened to the beeps that indicated the floors passing and decided this must be the slowest damn elevator in the entire world. A whimper of frustration escaped my lips, and in the next second, Rider’s wet fingers left my pussy and pressed against my lips.

“Be quiet and suck,” he demanded softly. When he pressed both digits inside my mouth, I rolled my tongue around and around them, tasting myself as he nudged his hard-on against my ass.

I almost collapsed with relief when we reached seventeen and the women disembarked. Rider pulled his fingers from my mouth, dragging my saliva down my chin before returning to his previously scheduled activity, destroying my vagina with his touch.

His movements were fast and savage, hitting all the right places as he grunted directions at me. “Look down at all those people. You’re going to come for them, Lena.”

“I… I…”

“Let them see how beautiful you are when you lose control. I guarantee every man down there wishes he was the one fingering this hot little cunt. And every woman wishes her man wanted her so much, he would make her orgasm in an elevator, even with everyone watching.”

My head thunked forward against the glass as the car rose. I could no longer make out individual faces, but I imagined all those people looking up and watching me get finger-fucked. The thought was exhilarating.

Rider’s mouth sucked the side of my neck, and his erection throbbed hot and heavy against my hip. I focused my gaze on his reflection in the glass. His eyes were closed, lips parted against my neck, and he appeared to be in ecstasy, simply from pleasuring me.

And that, as much as anything, tipped me over the edge. “I’m… coming,” I panted, barely able to force the words out as the orgasm swelled inside me and broke like a wave crashing against the shore. “Yes, god, yes!” I cried out, my knees weakening to the consistency of cooked noodles.

Rider wrapped a thick arm around my waist, taking my weight so I didn’t collapse into a puddle on the floor. “That’s it, baby. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? So beautiful when you come all over my hand.”

If I hadn’t already suspected I had a praise kink, I was fully aware now. His adoring words extended my climax beyond what I thought was humanly possible. He tilted my face toward his and gave me a series of soft kisses before pulling his other hand from beneath my dress.

Then he smeared both our lips with my arousal and kissed me again, our tongues lapping at each other’s mouths. It was perhaps the most intimate thing I’d ever done.

Through my blissful haze, I was confused when the floor felt weird beneath my feet. That’s when I realized the elevator was coming to a stop.

“I’m not sure I can walk,” I announced, only half joking, and Rider immediately swept me into his arms, carrying me out into the hallway. About halfway down, two men walked toward us, their eyes fixed on my limp form.Oh my god, how embarrassing.

“My girlfriend had too many margaritas at the bar,” Rider explained, giving them a wink as we passed. I could hear their knowing chuckles as they continued on toward the elevators.

Once inside the room, he set me on my feet and steadied me with firm hands on my waist. “Go to the bathroom, my messy Lena. Do you need help?”

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