Page 5 of Prez's Property

He groaned as he ran his hands over the globes of my ass. “So fucking perfect,” he rasped.

Perfect.

I’d never been called perfect before.

I clenched my eyes shut tightly. I was reading too much into this. He was fucking married. And even then, if he wanted me to be his old lady, I’d refuse. He was cheating on his wife while she was in the same damn building. Who’s to say he wouldn’t do the same to me?

He slid inside of me slowly, both of us savoring the feeling of him filling me. Then, he gripped my hips and began to pound in and out of me. My tits swayed back and forth with each thrust. My hands were flattened against the door, and I was thrusting back on him as hard as he was thrusting into me.

“Elijah, I need – I need—” I gasped, unable to get my words out.

He reached around me and rubbed my clit. I detonated, coming around him. He kept rubbing me, and before I could stop it, I squirted all over him. He groaned my name in appreciation, fucking me even harder. My hands slipped, and I fell forward, the new angle now letting him slide deeper.

“Oh, fuck yes, doll,” he rasped. “Don’t know why I never fucked you sooner, Olivia.”

Fuck, I didn’t either because he felt fucking amazing inside my cunt.

“More,” I pleaded.

And he gave me more. He slid his hands over my back as he pounded in and out of me. Then, he did the last thing I expected.

His thumb probed at my ass. I moaned at the feeling. I hadn’t been taken in my ass yet, but if Elijah wanted to fuck my ass, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to deny him.

“God, this hole is so fucking tight,” he groaned.

“Never,” I gasped, trembling, “been taken there,” I sucked in a sharp breath of air, “before.”

He gripped my hips. “That’s changing today, doll.”

7

Elijah grabbed my bottle of watermelon-scented lube and looked at it thoughtfully. “My brothers don’t get you off enough?” he asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. “Not all of them are looking to get a woman off, Elijah,” I reminded him.

He shook his head. “Always feels better when a woman comes around my cock. Don’t understand men who don’t seek that.” He strode towards me. “Bend over the bed,” he ordered. “You’ll want to be comfortable for this.”

I drew in a deep breath and did as he ordered. Elijah hadn’t been kidding when he said my virgin asshole was going to change today. This man fully intended to take my ass as his own.

Before he could even get the bottle of lube open, a knock sounded on my door. The person on the other side jiggled the door handle, but thankfully, Elijah had been smart enough to lock the door.

“Olivia?” Whitney called out from the hall.

“Fuck,” Elijah whispered. He pulled me up from the bed and snatched my robe from my floor where I’d dropped it this morning after my shower. He wrapped it around me. “Fucking get rid of her.”

He pressed a hot kiss to my lips before disappearing into my bathroom, hiding behind the shower curtain.

My lips were still tingling from his kiss.

Drawing in a deep breath, I quickly fixed my hair and then walked to the door, opening it as I tightened the sash around my waist. “Yes?” I asked her, leaning on my door frame, my voice very calm for someone who was just fucking her husband.

“Have you seen Elijah by any chance?” she asked me.

I shook my head. “Nope. Haven’t seen any of the guys, actually,” I told her, which wasn’t entirely a lie.

She sighed, a sad frown pulling at her lips. “Okay. Thanks anyway.”

She walked off back down the hall. I waited until I could hear her downstairs before I shut my door and locked it again. Elijah stepped out of my bathroom and without missing a beat, he grabbed me in his arms, kissing me again as he backed me up towards the bed, his hand pulling at the sash around my waist.

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