Page 151 of Elevator Pitch

He looks at me with sad eyes and a pout to match.

“No. I don’t think I have much control over my volume when you’re touching me,” I admit.

“That’s what I thought. You like being loud for me anyway.”

I scoff. “Now, who’s the brat?”

He winks and challenges, “Remind me how well you take me in that pretty fuckin’ mouth.”

His eyes are heated, and I’ve never been more anxious to please him.

“Put those panties back in your mouth, and we’ve got a deal.”

“I love when you boss me around,” he says before quieting himself with the panty gag.

Wet heat pools from my core as I peek over my shoulder at the door again and hear the faint music coming from the kitchen.

Fuck it.

If he says she doesn’t care, then I won’t either.

I bend down to lower my mouth on him, hollowing my cheeks and inching closer to his base. I inhale and exhale deeply as I guide him further into my throat. I bob my head up and down as my hand strokes him, watching his eyes roll back while he whimpers and moans in pleasure, praising me in a way only he can.

His grip on the sheets is unrelenting and I know he’s close. I take a second and decide I’d like to savor this moment of him relinquishing control to me.

I stop abruptly, removing my mouth and peppering kisses along his dick, trailing them over his thighs. I wear a mischievous grin, taking a play out of his book to deny his orgasm. The look on his face tells me that I’ll be paying for that later.

I can’t wait.

I climb up the bed toward him. Once I’m close enough, he grabs my hips, placing me on his lap. He guides me forward until his dick is pressed against me. I grind into him, seeking my pleasure, and I can’t help the moans that escape me.

His eyes darken as he watches me use him, pinching my nipples as my rhythm increases.

“Oh, god,” I cry out.

He encourages me silently, his chest rising and falling. I leanforward, removing the panties from his mouth, and he lets out a sigh of relief but never takes his gaze off me.

“Use me to make yourself come, baby.”

I nod in understanding and pick up my pace as I feel the sparks building in my lower back, the brink of my orgasm intensifying.

“Fuck,” I wail.

“Give it to me, Princess. You’re doing so fucking good,” he urges.

My body thrums at his praise as if it’s all I need to hear to finally let go. The wave rushes over and takes me entirely. He digs his fingers into my hips while I scream his name, then sits up and wraps his arms around me. I slump into him, catching my breath in his neck.

He rubs my back with one hand, kneading my ass with the other. He presses soft kisses across my shoulder and coos in my ear, “Such a good fucking girl.”

If I could come from words alone, that would certainly do it.

I lean back to take him in, and when our eyes meet, he greets me with a soft smile. I think back to last night, and I’m in awe of the fact that this man is not only real, but he’smine.

“Hi,” I say softly.

“Hey.” He leans forward, placing a kiss on my nose, and I giggle in response. “You’re breathtaking. Do you know that?”

“I didn’t know that,” I state, sarcasm heavy in my tone.

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