Page 81 of Fool Me Once

“Look at you, fucking dripping just from sucking my dick,” I growl against her ear. “Get ready to take me, baby. I’m going to fuck you sohard and so fast against this wall that you’ll wake up tomorrow and feel me everywhere.”

I lift her higher before bringing her back down onto my dick. She stretches around me, a few hisses escaping her lips.

“So fucking tight,” I groan. “Fuck … I can’t wait to come straight into your pussy.”

My hips begin to thrust, pushing her back harder against the wall, as her nails scrape into my shoulders. It’s fast, and there’s nothing romantic about it, but, fuck … it feels so good.

Her body bounces up and down on my dick while a sheer layer of sweat coats her chest. “Smith,” she moans as I fuck her before she throws her hands into my hair and tugs. “Yes … fuck …”

I dig my nails into her smooth thighs harder, feeling my balls begin to draw up tightly. It’s one of the fastest fucks we’ve ever shared, but there’s something about being here—in an elevator—that makes it so much hotter.

“Squeeze my cock, Firefly,” I grunt. “Drip down my dick while I blow my load inside of you,” I say gruffly in her ear seconds before she begins pulsating around me. The sensation sends me straight into my orgasm, leaving no time to spare.

My body trembles as my cock explodes inside of her. She presses her head into my shoulder, her body shuddering as she hungrily rides out her orgasm.

For a moment, we just stay there with my dick still inside of her, gasping for air.

“You know, they can probably tell that the Emergency Stop button was pulled,” she says against my shoulder, and I can hear the grin in her tone. “Probably should take your penis out of my body so that we don’t get busted.”

I rear my head back, looking down at her. “Firefly, after what we just did, do you think I give a fuck if we get busted?”

Flashing me an eye roll, she wiggles down from under me and pulls her dress down. Once she’s done, she widens her eyes, jerking her chin toward my pants. “Well? Are you going to tuck that thing in?” She moves her hand to the Emergency Stop button, threatening to push it. “Or should I show whoever is outside this elevator your peen?”

“Peen sounds small. It’s no peen,” I say before pulling my jeans backover my hips and tucking my dick inside. “Megalodon, Goliath, Colossal—any of those nicknames for my cock would suffice. But peen? No.”

She stares at me before shaking her head and pushing the Emergency Stop button back in, sending us on our way.

“You, Smith Sawyer, are too damn much.”

“Yeah,” I whisper, smirking. “Too much damn cock.”

When the doors open, we’re not up in the penthouse; for some reason, we’re back in the lobby. A few people stand there, staring at us, and one has aGuest Managertag on his suit.

“Sir, is everything all right?” he says before looking from me to Gemma, eyeing us both over suspiciously.

“Everything’s great, Cap. Why?” I say, grinning like I didn’t just get my dick sucked and rail my girlfriend inside of here a minute or two ago.

His eyes narrow a fraction. It’s pretty obvious this guy did not come to work to fuck around with idiots like me who have a whole-ass room and choose to have sex in the elevator.

“The elevator’s Emergency Stop button was activated,” he states in an interrogation-like tone. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

I can practically feel Gemma sweating beside me—I’m sure she’s scared to death we’re about to get in trouble. I swear, her entire life, that’s been her number one fear—disappointing anyone.

“Yes, I would,” I say.

Instantly, from the corner of my eye, I see Gemma’s head snap toward me.

“Smith, what are you—” she growls so low that only I hear.

“I had a few too many to drink, and instead of pushing the correct button, I apparently pulled the Emergency one.” I shrug. “Honest mistake.”

“It was activated for nearly eight minutes,” he snaps back. “Surely, in eight minutes, you could have figured out your mistake?”

Once everyone else has stopped staring and it’s just us and the rule dictator himself, I sweep my eyes to his name tag and walk toward him, patting my hand on his shoulder.

“Jonathon? Is it okay if I call you John? Or maybe Johnny? Yeah … I like Johnny. Johnny is the name of a badass.” I reach into my pocket, taking out my wallet. “You’re doing a good job keeping this place safe, Johnny. Damn good job.” I pull out a hundred-dollar bill. “Here’s a little something to letyouknow thatIknow you’re doing great things here at the Claremont.”

He stares down at it. “Oh, I can’t take—”

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