Page 92 of Claim Me
She whimpered softly as I lowered my head, meeting her lips without taking them. As I continued driving my cock in slow and methodical plunges, she crushed her knees against my hips.
The hard pulsing of the cords in my neck matched her ragged breathing. Her body was so tightly knitted against mine, I wanted nothing more than to continue for hours.
I yanked one arm over her head then the other, intertwining our fingers as I rose onto the balls of my feet. She dragged her tongue across her lower lip, subtly laughing while trying to push away from the wall. Every action she took, every scattered breath pulled me further into a trance.
Her pussy was so wet, so hot that beads of sweat had already formed on both sides of my face. With her eyelids half closed, she looked even more beautiful than before, her alabaster skin glowing in the dim lighting.
The woman ignited my spirit while continuously creating chaos in my life. It had been three days of pure passion and raw need along with a continuous feeling of frustration that only hard fucking seemed to abate.
I thrust harder. Rougher. My mind continued spinning out of control as I fucked her like a savage. She’d folded her fingers, squeezing tightly enough I felt the tingle all the way down to the backs of my knees.
I’d never felt so fucked up in my life, yet when I was with her, I was completely and thoroughly enthralled.
What the fuck did that say about me?
The hard jolt of the elevator grabbed our attention. We both tossed our heads to the side, and I craned mine to catch a glimpse of the doors.
“I think we’re about to be interrupted.” Her voice was dripping with lust, the sound obliterating whatever control I’d hoped to keep.
I turned my head slowly until our lips were barely touching. “Oh, yeah? So what? Let them catch a show.”
“You are terrible.”
“How many times do I need to agree with you?”
She giggled, squeezing her pussy muscles around my dick. The moment she did, I struggled to maintain control.
Just a few more minutes. Something this sweet, this amazing needed to be savored for as long as feasible.
Sadly, only seconds later, I realized my fantasy wasn’t going to become a reality.
“Hello!” a deep male voice, while muffled, called. “If you can hear me, don’t worry. We’re going to get you out.”
“What was that?” Marissa asked, somehow managing to free her hands, both now gripping my shoulders.
I pressed our foreheads together. “An unwanted interruption. But I’m not finished yet.”
With a dark grin on my face, I thrust harder, the force driving her brutally against the elevator, which jerked again. I heard other voices and bit back laughter.
Her fingers dug into my arms. She moaned, the sounds alternating with groans of frustration. “You need to hurry.”
“You can’t rush a man along with these things,” I growled.
When her eyes lit up with another fire, I half laughed from anticipation. She squeezed her muscles as she’d done before and there was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable.
My cock was close to agony and when I finally erupted, filling her with my seed, she laughed in her soft, melodic voice.
A loud clang brought a slight shriek from her lips. She clamped her hand over her mouth, immediately trying to push me away.
“Mmm… What if I don’t want to let you go?”
“If you do this, I will…”
“I’d love to see you try.” I backed away, gently easing her down. She scrambled immediately, searching for her panties. I pulled them from my pocket, twirling them in the air. “These you don’t get back.”
“You are such a bastard.”
“So you’ve told me.” I took my time shoving my cock into my trousers, eyeing her the entire time while she smoothed down her dress. Her fingers flew through her disheveled hair and she even wiped her index finger under her eyes. I wouldn’t share with her that her eyeliner was smudged, creating a sultry appearance.
