Chapter 4 #2
And that’s when the fucking lift arrives, so I grab her hand and we walk into it together.
The elevator doors slide shut with a soft, final hiss, sealing us inside the mirrored cage.
Her linen dress has a deep v-plunge in front, and a lone drop of sweat glides down her cleavage.
Iris notices me watching it. Her green eyes widen and her chest lifts as she draws in a deep breath. Under the fabric, her nipples pucker.
I don’t ask permission. I just pull her closer and claim her lips, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Wanting to punish her for…I don’t know what…or maybe I just need to put my mark on her again. To claim her.
Her tongue dances with mine, meeting me thrust for thrust, as she groans deep in her throat.
I press her back against the mirrored wall. The cold glass makes her gasp, makes those perfect tits rise and fall faster. The sweet floral scent grows stronger, and underneath that is the unmistakable scent of her arousal.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I tell her, voice low. “I need my cock in your cunt, again. Tell me that’s what you want, too.”
She nods, lips parted. “Yes.”
I trace her jaw with a knuckle, down her throat, and encircle her neck with my fingers. “Tell me,” I demand.
“I want your dick in my pussy,” she whispers.
I smile at her deliberate choice of American terms, a dig at my earlier sullenness, but I’ll let her get away with it. This time. “Good girl.”
The words land like a spark on dry tinder.
Her pupils blow wide. I don’t waste time.
I crush my mouth to hers again. My tongue pushes past soft lips to taste heat and a lingering of the coffee she had with breakfast. She moans into me, fingers clutching my shirt, and I bite her lower lip until she whimpers, just like last night.
My girl likes a bit of pain with her pleasure. Another sign that she’s perfect for me.
I spin her so she faces the mirrored wall, her palms slapping flat against the glass.
Her reflection stares back at us both. Her flushed cheeks, swollen mouth, and eyes glassy with want.
I yank her short dress up past her tits and pull her bra cups down.
Her full tits are on display and those delicious dusky nipples stand at attention, peaked and begging.
I palm them roughly, thumbs flicking those tight buds. She arches, pushing her ass back against my cock, which is already straining painfully against my jeans.
“I don’t like you wearing knickers.” I murmur, sliding one hand down the curve of her waist, over the flare of her hips where I grab the fabric and tear. The sharp sound is loud against the quiet hum of the elevator.
Her knickers fall to the floor.
“You’re hard on my underwear supply,” she whispers.
“Then you should stop wearing them,” I say and spin her around so she faces me.
The sight of her bare pussy makes me lick my lips, but we’re in a lift and there’s no time to taste her.
Instead, I palm her, slipping two fingers inside her.
She’s so wet they glide in easily. I curl them against that sweet spot that makes her sob.
I add a third, stretching her, fucking her with them while pressing my palm against her mons.
“This is mine,” I growl. “This cunt is mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she hisses, panting hard.
I work her harder, faster, until her thighs tremble. The orgasm hits her hard and her cunt clamps around fingers. I keep pumping until the tremors die out. Only then do I pull out my fingers and hold her gaze as I lick them. I fucking love the taste of her juices.
The elevator is still descending slowly, giving me a little more time. I unbutton the fly on my jeans with one hand and shove them and my boxer briefs down enough to free my cock. I hitch one of her legs across my hip and notch the head at her dripping cunt. “Look at me,” I order.
Her green gaze locks on mine, hazy, desperate.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want your dick,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “Please.”
I thrust deep in one brutal stroke. She screams, the sound echoing off the mirrored walls. She’s so fucking tight, so hot, gripping me like a fist. I pull out and slam into her again.
“You fit me perfectly,” I hiss, grabbing her ass with both hands so I can lift her up and go deeper.
She moans, flattening her palms against the mirror.
They squeak as they glide against the glass with my thrusts.
I bite one of her nipples and then lick it before I give the other the same treatment.
Her cunt’s walls flutter around my cock like she’s trying to pull me deeper.
“You’re going to come again,” I order. “And you’re going to come loud. ”
I bite her again, hard, and then drive into her even deeper. Her walls clamp down, milking me, and she shatters again, screaming my name as she comes, gushing around my cock. The sight of her, luscious tits heaving, face flushed, body shaking, snaps my control.
I bury myself to the hilt, roar her name, and empty inside her through thick, hot pulses that fill her until I can feel it leaking out around me.
We stay locked together, panting, my chest pressed to her back, my lips at her ear.
She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper.
“You love this,” I tell her, voice rough. “Love being used. Love being filled with my cum.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I love it.”
I pull out of her, my cum dripping down her thighs as the elevator counts down the last few levels to her floor. At least I assume it’s her floor because that’s the button she pushed.
She smiles, legs trembling, cunt still throbbing with the memory of me.
I tuck myself into my pants and then help her corral her tits back into the bra and pull her dress back down.
It’s wrinkled beyond saving, and her hair is wild around her flushed cheek.
I kiss her swollen lips and then bend down to pick up her knickers.
The door opens just as I’m stuffing them into the front pocket of my jeans.
Iris takes a step forward, about to leave the elevator and probably my life.
Suddenly, three sharp pops echo from below.
Gunshots.
I yank Iris back and push her behind me. “Stay back,” I hiss as I bend down and release the pistol in my ankle holster.
Her eyes widen, but she keeps quiet.
Good girl.