Page 91 of Claim Me
As usual, it was impossible to keep a grin off my face. “One day you’ll learn obedience.”
With another crack of my fingers, she yelped. “I need you to fuck me.”
Her answer was rife with emotion and the kind of darkness that sparked the deep ebb and flow of sadistic desires. Only the last thing I wanted was to hurt her in any way. She was too precious, too vulnerable, and with a single wrong move, I could break the tangle of our connection.
I buried my face in her wetness, savoring every drop of her sweet cream. She kept her fingers tangled in my hair, her back still arched as she muttered cries of appreciation.
The feast was spectacular. I drove both my tongue and fingers deep into her channel, marveling in the way her muscles cinched and released. I could eat her out for hours, keeping her on the very precipice of sheer ecstasy and pulling away.
She tore at my hair, muttering under her breath as her body continued trembling. With every inch of her skin glistening, she was even more beautiful.
“Yes, yes.” Her voice was softer this time yet still imploring and I sensed she was close to climaxing.
My stomach and entire body twisted from raging need. I was forced to use every ounce of control to bring her to pure rapture. I licked her greedily as I drove three flexed fingers into her tight pussy while rolling my thumb around her clit.
She was going mad from my actions, her body thumping against the wall as she continuously cried out.
Suddenly, the cramped space was filled with a shrill ring. Our captivity had been discovered. If anyone believed I was going toend my feast before I’d finished, they were dead wrong. I was far too famished, my needs becoming burdensome.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please, dear God, don’t stop.”
“My needy virtuoso.” The deep rumble of my voice floated around us, her smile indicating she’d heard me. I drove my fingers in roughly, pulling her into a frenzy as I sucked and licked.
She tossed her head from side to side, her moans spinning out of control.
A shout was ripped from her throat as an orgasm tore through her body like a tidal wave, winds spinning out of control. She was soaring high, her entire body stiff as wave after wave tumbled through her.
I refused to stop, my fingers now pressed tightly against her thighs as she bucked hard against me. The sweet release was followed by several aftershocks, her body spasming as her wails softened into almost silent whimpers.
Seconds later, I finally backed away so I could bask in the sweet afterglow. Her scent lingered, the sweet taste of her remaining on my lips and tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
Her moan was strangled and when she finally opened her eyes, peering down at me, I could see tremendous confusion racking her thoughts. She remained unsure of me and the emotional and physical connection we were sharing.
Smart girl.
As she took several gasping breaths, she raked her hand through her hair. I slowly stood, brushing the backs of my fingers across her cheek. Only then did I realize she’d shed a single tear.
As our eyes connected, I sensed a moment of soul searching.
Yet even as the hint of confusion remained, she reached for me, wrapping one hand around my cock and the other around my tie. She twisted the material as her lips pursed and she jerked me forward.
“I said… fuck me.”
“Mmm… Why, yes, ma’am.” I tugged one leg around me then the other, jutting my hips forward and allowing the angle to keep her positioned against the steel wall.
We both ignored the now pulsing bell and the constant ring of the phone. How many elevators were left in the world that could be stopped mid-action? It was a relic that I hoped to keep.
This was dangerous and delicious.
I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her pussy as I wrapped my hand around her throat. Just being able to force her to look at me, to make her see what I was about to do to her boosted the power-hungry man inside.
Her small gasps echoed, but it was the sharp cry when I thrust my entire cock deep inside that put a smile on my face. I stared at her for the longest time as I developed a rhythm. Directly into her soul. She never blinked and in the moments that we were locked together as one, I sensed she continued to unravel.
Electricity thrummed between us.
White hot and primal.
The darkness within me insisted I mark her as mine. I wanted her to forever feel the burn of my hands and every time she closed her eyes, I wanted her remembering this moment.
