Chapter 9 #3
Releasing his belt, I tear it from his pants in one clean pull, letting it fall heavily to the ground before shamelessly popping the button on his fly. I work his pants in a matter of seconds, and the moment I can, I reach in and curl my fingers around that massive monster cock.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, pulling him free as my fingers tighten around him, slowly beginning to pulse up and down. I can’t get my whole hand around him, and if I were in a better position with space to move, I’d be on my knees, using both hands while begging him to bruise my esophagus.
My fingers pump right to his tip before roaming over his piercing at the top.
Raiden’s breath becomes uneven, his eyes fluttering the same way mine had, and a wave of pure elation slams through my chest. Despite his constant roster of women, it’s intoxicating that little old me can entice such a reaction out of him.
“Fuuuuck, Firecracker.”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” I tease, my fingers pausing at his tip.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Or what?”
He groans, and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t have a response, but I’m not looking to mess up a good thing. I immediately drop my hand back to his base, tightening around him and pumping slowly.
He leans into me, his lips trailing over my throat and down to the plunging neckline of my dress. “You don’t have any emotional attachments to this dress, do you?”
“It’s a piece of fabric bought with another man’s dirty money.”
He lets out a desperate sigh. “Thank fuck,” he groans, just moments before grabbing the lace fabric on either side of the plunging neckline and tearing it straight down the center until my full tits bounce free, the eight-thousand-dollar dress now torn and bundled at my hips.
“Holy shit,” I pant, but he barely wastes a second before diving in, his mouth immediately closing over my nipple as his other hand grasps the other. His fingers gently pinch as his tongue starts working over the pebbled peak, sending hot pulses of electricity shooting through to my core.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, my grip tightening on his cock and feeling every tight ridge of those angry veins. “I need you.”
“Beg for it,” he says against my skin. “Fucking beg me, Firecracker.”
“Raiden.”
“You want me to fuck that sweet little cunt, then you’re going to beg me for it. Tell me what you need.”
“FUCK, RAIDEN!” I cry, the desperation eating at me. “PLEASE! Fuck me!”
“That’s my good girl,” he says, closing his hand over mine on his girthy cock as he leads his pierced tip to my entrance. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
I grin. “Oh, I can more than handle you.”
With that, he swipes his tip through my wetness, his cock skimming over my sensitive clit and making my legs quiver around him, and before a moan can even break loose from my chest, he’s slowly pushing inside me.
I immediately begin to stretch around him. He’s barely even an inch in, and I can already tell he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.
My head tips back against the elevator wall, my fingers dropping between us and slowly rolling over my clit as he gives me a second inch. “More.”
My chest heaves, and he rewards me with a third and then a fourth, before pausing and pulling back, slowly teasing as he eases in and out.
My soul is already floating somewhere above the ceiling of the elevator, and I can’t find the energy to reprimand him over the intense pleasure rocking through my body, so I just wait, my fingers still rolling over my clit as my other hand knots back into his hair.
My walls clench around him, and he takes that as enough warning to quit screwing around, and he takes me even deeper. “What’s that, Firecracker? Six or seven?” he asks, rolling his hips. “Can you handle eight?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Raiden. Otherwise, you’ll be on the ground, and I’ll be the one playing games.”
A soft chuckle rumbles through the elevator, and he thrusts deeper, his wide girth stretching me inch by inch. He gives me eight and then nine, but I know he’s got one more to give, and I pull him in, my legs locking tight around him until he bottoms out.
“Fuck, Kiara,” he groans, his hand clutching my hip as he tips his head toward my shoulder. My arm locks around his head, my fingers tighten in his hair, and as my walls convulse around his sheer size, a gasp sails out of my mouth.
“Holy shit,” I pant, never having felt so full in my life. “Take me.”
“My fucking pleasure.”
Raiden inches his hips back, and with a beastly thrust, he starts to fuck me. I feel his piercing dragging along my sensitive walls, driving me insane, giving me exactly what I’ve been craving since the moment I laid eyes on him.
I struggle to hold on as he rolls with each prominent thrust, and I cling to the balustrade surrounding the elevator.
My fingers circle my clit, my walls already madly convulsing around him.
I’ve never felt anything so powerful and demanding.
Every thrust is met with determination, and I cry out, feeling an intense tightening deep inside my core.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“That’s right, Firecracker. Let me feel how your pretty cunt squeezes me.”
He gets me closer and closer, and I cling to him with everything I have, my head thrown back against the wall as my pleasure reaches new highs. “Raiden,” I cry, my chest heaving with desperation as his fingers bite into my hip.
“That’s it, baby. Take it just like that.”
He grunts, and the sound does something wicked to my soul as I apply more pressure to my clit.
The build continues, tightening like a coil threatening to spring at any moment, and as that massive cock drives into me again and again, slick with my arousal, my world implodes, and he throws me right over the edge.
Everything detonates as my walls erratically spasm around his thick cock, and I cry out, my hands fisting the fabric of his suit jacket. “OH FUCK, RAIDEN!”
My pussy clenches around him, and he sucks in a sharp breath as he comes right along with me, a deep groan bouncing off the walls of the elevator, but there’s something different about this, something wilder, fiercer.
It doesn’t sound like the times he comes with those random women in his apartment while making my walls shake, this is . . . more.
My orgasm is electrifying, pulsing through me like a wild lightning storm, and the more he moves, the more intense it becomes.
“Oh God,” I cry, struggling to catch my breath as my hips jerk and jolt. It’s too much. Too strong.
“You’ve got it, Firecracker. Feel it all.”
I breathe through the intensity, the overwhelming pleasure knocking the breath right out of my lungs as my fingers slowly continue rolling over my clit. “There you go,” he murmurs, coaching me through it. “Just like that.”
I don’t stop until I’ve reached my all-time high and crash back down the other side, and only when I’ve got nothing left to give, do I allow my body to collapse in an exhausted heap against the elevator walls.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, tipping my head back against the wall, trying to take deep breaths.
“Shit, Firecracker,” Raiden says, slowly easing out of me and allowing my feet to find the floor. “I knew you had it in ya.”
I laugh and press my hand to his chest, needing the stability as I reach around him and release the emergency stop button, sending us soaring up to the eighteenth floor.
“Oh, you don’t know what kind of animal you’ve just unleashed,” I tell him.
“I’m not nearly done with you yet. You’re taking me back to your suite, you’re tearing the rest of this dress off me, and then you’re going to throw me down on your bed and let me fuck you any way I want until the sun is beaming through the window. Is that understood?”
He arches a brow, a smirk settling across his lips as he reaches out and brushes hair off my face that fell from my bun. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, just as the elevator arrives on the eighteenth floor and dings with its arrival. “So, what are you waiting for, Raiden Kane? You can either handle me or you can’t. Take your pick.”
And with that, he picks me straight back up, my legs locking around his waist as he steps off the elevator and strides right down the hall to the suite directly next door to mine.
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