Page 55 of Elevator Pitch

As I near the edge, an impending fall that I’m certain he’ll guide me through, I take the plunge and melt around his fingers. My release drips down his hand and he smiles. If I crumble beneath his touch, I can’t imagine what a mess I’ll be when he’s inside me.

He continues thrusting, prolonging the ecstasy as I ease down from my climax. He retrieves his fingers slowly, licking my arousal off his glistening hand. The sight ignites me, and I grab him in a demanding kiss, eager to taste myself. He grips thenape of my neck, pulling me in closer and we’re lost in each other once again. We break away and I need to taste him so badly, I shift off the counter and he grabs me, picks me up and sets me on the floor. I start to kneel, and he stops me.

“You’ve been a good girl, but you didn’t earn it.”

I frown. “But I begged like you asked me to.”

“You still refuse to call me Grey and until you admit that you’re a dirty fucking girl.Mydirty fucking girl, you won’t.”

I try to ignore how good “my dirty fucking girl” sounds on his lips.

As I return to my height he says, “You think that sample of you would fulfill a man likeme? I need more. Bend over that counter for me, baby.”

Oh my God.

I bend over the island; I arch my back giving him a better view.

“Look at you.”

He rubs my cheek before I feel a hard smack to my ass, I drip in response.

“That’s a good girl.”

He repeats on the other cheek before leaving a soft kiss to soothe the sting. Lowering himself behind me, he inches closer to my core and blows on my pussy. With one long swipe between my folds, he uses his tongue to part my lips and twirl around the sensitive bud. I cry out instantly.

He grips my thighs, holding me in place as he devours me. He laps at my core, moaning in pleasure while he uses me to appease his appetite.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” I sob.

He accepts my praise, flicking his tongue in various motions, seeking a rhythm to make me scream. Pressure builds within me and my legs tremble. He’s attentive enough to know my body needs release and I hate it. I’m convinced he can read my mind once he removes his mouth, placing soft pecks on the back of my thighs. He slips his thumb between my folds, gathering wetness, while the other hand gently rubs my ass cheeks. He spreadsthem apart and begins circling my other hole. I shudder in response as the unfamiliar feeling overwhelms me.

“How does this feel?”

“Good,” I manage through sharp breaths.

“You know, if you want to come, all you need to do is ask.” He flattens his tongue and resumes eating me from behind, his thumb still teasing my ass. The intensity builds and I find myself clawing my countertop.

“I-I need to come. Please?” I fight to get the words out.

He sucks even harder on my clit, and I wail. He appreciates and toys with my body. His moans of gratitude are music to my ears. My orgasm rushes through and sets my body on fire, he holds my sensitive nub tightly between his lips, prolonging my pleasure with gentle sucks. I’m exhausted and get the feeling that he isn’t quite finished with me yet. He stops then moments later, his warm tongue glides up and down my inner thighs, collecting arousal as it runs down my legs.

He rises to his full height, pressing his firm erection into me as I remain bent over the counter.

“You look so fucking good when you’re at my mercy,” he growls.

He helps me sit up and when we lock eyes, his gaze is full of desire. I grip his shirt, bringing him to eye level as our lips meet in a needy kiss. Nothing exists beyond it. We pull apart and I kneel before him with hopeful eyes, eager to please him. Instead, he helps me to my feet, and I grumble.

“Bring me your toy.”

“My toy?”

“Oh, I forgot. You named ittoothbrush.”

He does air quotes around the wordtoothbrush,and I stifle a laugh.

“I know what I heard through the doorbell, and I want you to bring it to me.”

Shit.

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