Page 91 of Elevator Pitch

My kinky little sunflower. I love this side of her.

“There’ll be plenty of that tonight, Princess. Don’t you worry.”

She gasps and covers her mouth as if that could hide her blushing.

She moves my hand toward her aching center.

Ten minutes out.

I angle my head toward the panties resting in my lap. “I should gag you with these for teasing me while I’m driving. I’d like to get you home in one piecebeforeyou fall apart.”

She parts her lips, and I stop her before she speaks.

“Don’t you dare apologize to me,” I say firmly.

I pat her thigh. “Spread them.”

Opening up for me, her thighs part, granting me access. I glide through her lips, gathering arousal on my fingers. I take my hand away, and she shudders at the distance. I suck her juices off my hand, letting out a loud pop.

She whimpers, eyes pleading for me. “So needy.” I grant her the attention she needs by slipping a digit inside, and she clenches around it in response.

Fuck.

“You’re so wet for me.”

Throwing her head back in pleasure, her moans fill the car. It’s better than any song she could play for me. Eyes locked onthe road and one hand pumping in and out of her sweet pussy, I can’t think of a better way to have ended my night.

Thank God for tinted windows.

Focusing on getting us home safely while she’s using me for pleasure isn’t an easy feat. She deserves my undivided attention, and she will receive it once we get home. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Show me how you’ll take my dick.”

She shudders at my words as she becomes even wetter if that is possible. She grinds faster, the sounds of her wetness filling the car. I don’t even hear the music at this point. If it stopped, I couldn’t tell.

She digs her nails into my forearm as she bucks against my hand. She’s close.

Three minutes out.

“Come for me, Princess,” I urge, curling my fingers until I hit her sweet spot, building her pleasure to earnmyreward. She detonates gracefully, crying out my name amongst other unintelligible words. I only caught a glimpse of it. I’ve seen monuments, masterpieces, and the seven wonders of the world, and they arenothingcompared to her.

One minute out.

She rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm on me, rubbing softly over the half-moons she dug into my arm to soothe the sting.A silent apology. I won’t give her shit for it this time. I pull into the parking garage and park before I retrieve my hand, teasing it over her lips. “Suck.” She obeys, twirling her tongue until she licks my fingers clean.

Fuck.

Eager to taste her climax, I reach over to swipe through her lips, collecting arousal, placing each finger in my mouth, indulging in her. Our eyes lock, and a raging fire burns in hers, chest rising and falling with each pant. I can't wait to see her shatter for me again and again.

I lean in close. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. Ready todo that again?”

She grabs my face as her lips take mine.

I capture her moans as quickly as they escape, my hands tangled in her curls. Our tongues tango, battling for power, and I succumb, savoring her flavors and meeting each stroke of her tongue.

I’ve never cared much for kissing before, and I’m convinced that’s because it wasn’t withher.

Clawing at my shirt, she tries to undress me. I stop her hand and place soft kisses on her palms.

I help her adjust her dress, making sure she has her clutch before we exit the car. While pocketing her panties, I tell her to stay put as I grab the bags and come around to let her out. She grabs my hand, which catches me off guard, and holds it as we make our way to the elevator in the garage. Pressing the button with my other hand, we wait for the elevator to arrive at our level.

---