Page 153 of Elevator Pitch

He grunts as he lifts me up and sets me down beside him. I notice his erection, and when I return his gaze, I know I’m in for it.

“Remember when you edged me earlier? Because I do.”

I giggle. “It’s not so fun when it happens to you, is it?”

He pins me with a playful stare. “I distinctly remember you asking me if you could take care of my needs. I wanted you to bounce on my dick, but since your legs are weak, I’ll let you take a break.”

“I don’t want to take a break,” I protest. “I can handle you just fine.”

I lie on my side and scoot closer to him, arching my backuntil I feel him pressed against my ass. He leans in closer ‘til he’s flush against me, leaving soft kisses on my shoulders. I hold my leg up, granting him access, and I’m greeted by his hard dick slapping against my aching core.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he says as he wraps his corded arm around me, resting his hand against my soft stomach.

He slips into me, and I gasp, giving me a moment to adjust to the fullness before he starts pounding into me. His thrusts are determined, hitting the right spots as I claw for the sheets. I throw my head back and cry out for him.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulders as he drills into me, and I grind back. His other hand reaches for my neck and holds me steady. I chuckle as he applies pressure, and he hums against my skin.

“That’s my dirty fucking girl.” He pulls out and slaps himself against my pussy again before plunging back inside of me. His hand on my stomach inches down and skates across my clit. His fingers caress me, gently swirling my sensitive bud in contrast to his punishing thrusts. Pressure builds within me, and I dig my nails into his arm. “Oh my god, Grey. Please?”

“Please, what?”

“Please don’t stop,” I beg.

His grip tightens on my neck as he whispers in my ear, “I’m not stopping. Give me one more, Sunflower.” I clench around him, and I mewl into my shoulder as my body trembles in his arms.

“Fuck. I’m going to fill that pretty pussy up. Is that what you want, baby?”

“Y-yes,” I manage through heavy breaths, digging my nails deeper into him.

“That’s right, baby. Come for Daddy.”

He continues his pace, and I gasp when I reach my crescendo, arching my back into him. He roars as he spills into me our names on each other’s tongues as we descend. I collapse ontohim, and he holds me tightly as we lie there, sated and lovestruck.

I shuffle around, and he scoots back to give me room to get comfortable. I shift onto my other side, and he’s staring longingly at me with admiration in his gaze.

I suddenly hear music when the aroma of brunch wafts into the room and am reminded that we are not alone and have been exceptionallyloud.

I glance at the clock and see that it’s 11:30. We’ve been at it for over an hour.

Footsteps approach on the other side of the door, followed by Elena’s voice. “You’ve gone quiet, so I’m going to assume you’re all finished. Don’t step out of this room unless you’re cleaned up. I started cooking slower when I heard y’all going at it, so it’ll still be hot.”

I cover my face in embarrassment, and he cradles me into his chest.

“Don’t be shy now. I love how you receive feedback, by the way.” I slap his shoulder and bury my face deeper into him. He rubs soothing circles across my back.

“We’ll be out in ten, Elena. Thank you!” he shouts out.

“I hope you know I’m adding a fee for this,” she says, her footsteps descending.

“I’ll pay it. You know I’m good for it!”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up! I’m lonely without Clifford.”

“I miss him, too,” I say, looking up at him as I rest on his chest.

“Me too, baby. C’mon, Let’s get cleaned up,” he orders before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

We climb out of bed, and I watch him as he steps into the en-suite. I hear the sound of running water and the grumble of his voice when he emerges with a smile and something in his hand. He gushes over a new shower cap he found for me.

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