Page 46 of Runaway Bride for the Boss

I thrust my tongue to meet his, and we duel for dominance. He wins, of course, and grunts in victory as he sucks my tongueinto his mouth. I moan throatily, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. His cock hardens against my belly, and I moan again, relishing the fact that I’m causing the same effect he has on me. There’s no denying our pull to one another; and at this point I can’t imagine fighting it any longer.

He picks me up deftly, and I wrap my limbs around him tightly as he starts walking, careful not to break the kiss. I hear the ping of the elevator as if from a great distance. Before I can glance around, he backs me against the mirrored wall. One hand moves to my hair, while the other holds my hip steady as he thrusts his hard length into me.

I arch back, grinding into his hardness. The elevator pings again, and the door slides open quietly. He shifts backward, taking my weight off the wall of the elevator and into his arms.

I tighten my legs around his hips and move my hands into the short silky strands of his hair. I plaster kisses all over his face, barely noticing that he places his finger against a dark pad next to a pair of looming hardwood doors.

A green light flashes from the pad and with a click, the doors swing open. He carries me over the threshold, but I have no time to admire the masculine space before I’m tossed onto a large, decadently soft bed. I have impressions of mahogany floors and black and gray damask wallpaper before Alex climbs over me, blocking my view and my interest in anything but him.

His pupils are blown, so dark they’re almost black. He gently brushes back a few stray curls that have somehow made their way to my face and adjusts my glasses. Then his lips are back on mine as he delivers a devastating kiss. His tongue probes between my lips, and they part eagerly for him. Chills spread all over my body and goosebumps erupt as I gasp into his mouth.

“Alex…” I moan.

“Fuck.” His hands sink into my hair as he deepens the kiss, demanding more until I can barely catch my breath. Why doeshe taste so good? My hands move up his back and my fingers dig into his shoulders as I arch into his warm, hard body.

His tongue is hot and demanding, flicking in my mouth and flirting with mine. He shifts a little and nibbles on my bottom lip, his teeth softly grazing my flesh. One hand leaves my hair to trail down my body, then slides beneath the band of my sweatpants. His large, hot hand caresses me over my panties and lightly squeezes me.

Oh God.His hand leaves my pants, and I shudder in disappointment as he pushes away from me. But he suddenly is grabbing my tank top and ripping it over my head, before gripping the straps of my bra with both hands. He tears them down my arms, exposing me. My first thought is to shy away from his brazen inspection of my body, but I instinctively arch my back and thrust my breasts to him in offering.

My nipples contract and harden, pointing toward him. Before I can react, he bends forward and draws one tip into the hot heat of his mouth. I cry out as he sucks hard and sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh. I can tell he’s leaving his mark on me, which only fuels my lust further. My hand runs through his hair, and I dig my nails into his scalp, earning me a deep groan.

“Alex!” I shout. He sucks harder and lifts his free hand to my other breast to tweak the nipple. Pleasure ripples from my nipples down to my core where I’m very much ready for him.

He switches to the other side and runs his fingers over the already wet and aching tip. He rolls my nipple between calloused fingers while feeding from the other. I feel my body beginning to tense. An orgasm is building from this sensation alone, reminding me why this man has such a hold on me. Then he shifts and slowly trails kisses down to my stomach. I whimper when he pushes my sweatpants down my legs and tosses them behind him.

I’m now lying before him in only my panties. He rakes his eyes painfully slowly down my body, stopping at the lace material that is clearly damp between my thighs.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked through,” he murmurs huskily, staring at my panty-clad pussy hungrily. I shift my hips needily, far beyond embarrassment at this point. He knows what I need and exactly how to give it to me – of that I’m sure.

“Alex, please,” I plead. My climax is so close that I swear I can taste it.

“That’s it, baby.Beg. What do you want? My hands, my lips. Beg and I just might give them to you.”

“Your cock,” I whimper, dropping my eyes to the bulge in his trousers.

“Look at you licking your lips. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?” he groans and shifts until he’s standing at the foot of the bed.

He unbuttons his shirt swiftly and drags it off. I inhale sharply at the bared expanse of his large, golden chest. Such lickable abs. His tattooed chest is fully exposed, and I can make out intricate swirls that cover the tops of his pecs and spread to his shoulders. My eyes continue to drink in his large form and travel to the dark trail of hair, leading from his navel into his waistband.

I pant as he unbuckles his belt, flicks it through the loops and tosses it to the floor carelessly. He pops the button and drags down the zipper before he pushes his trousers off. His black briefs allow his cock to spring out angrily. Fuck, just like the rest of him, his cock is big and looming.

He places his knees on the bed and starts to climb toward me with a possessive look in his eyes. “Condom,” I have the presence of mind to whisper.

He frowns as he walks to the nightstand and pulls the drawer open. He tears the package with his teeth, then rolls it on whilestaring me down. Under his scrutinizing gaze, I bridge my hips and pull my panties down my thighs, tossing them to land where they may.

“You better get on birth control, because next time, I’m fucking you bare,” he orders as he climbs back on the bed.

All I can do is nod as the gravity of what we’re about to do sinks in. I grab his shoulders as he crawls over top of me, parting my legs. I need him like I need air. I crave him like I do a good book, and I’m afraid once won’t be enough.

“I’m yours, Alexander, now fuck me,” I demand as I shift beneath him, rubbing my clicked center along his length. I know Andrea is at work and won’t be back until past midnight, but I fear that we might be interrupted again, and I need to have him at least once before that happens.

Alex’s nostrils flare, and his jaw clenches at my words. His eyes dart between mine as he comprehends what I’m asking. Before I have the chance to start begging again, he leans down to drag a hot, wet kiss against the tendons of my neck. I gasp when the broad head of his cock presses against my entrance. I have to widen my legs even more to accommodate him between my legs.

Before I can take another breath, he shifts his hips and thrusts forward, burying himself in me. I gasp as the full length of his cock slides deep inside. “Oh, God. Alexander,” I whimper, my head hitting the headboard from the impact of the single motion.

He doesn’t give me much time to recover before I grab his shoulders, hanging on as he digs his fingers into my hip to hold me steady as he thoroughly and truly fucks me into ecstasy. He grabs my left leg up to hook over his hip, allowing him to drive in deeper and faster. I throw one hand up to brace myself against the headboard.

His breaths come in pants, and he grunts into my ear with his thrusts. He’s pounding me so hard that each thrust testingmy strength as I press against the wood with my palm. Before my arm gives out, he grips my hips and drags me to the edge of the bed. He gets to his feet, never pulling himself out of me, and continues to pound into me. The angle of his hips allows his thick cock to graze my upper walls and brings me to the brink of an explosive orgasm. My nails claw at his back as I ride the pleasure fueled high, chasing the delicious release that I know he will deliver soon.

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