Page 16 of Love in the Dark

His eyes are glued skyward as he waits for the elevator to crawl to the following floor. The doors open and he stumbles out, speed walking away without a backward glance.

When I drag my gaze back to Gary, he’s unmoved. He stares single-mindedly at me like it’s only been the two of us this whole time.

“Come here,” he rasps, his arms spread to either side of him, his hands clutching the railing behind him and his knuckles white with effort.

I’m across the space and grabbing onto his shirt in less than five steps. His eyes darken as I clasp his cheeks and bring his face down to mine.

“Good girl,” he purrs, before my lips meet his.

I arch into him, pleased at his praise and wanting more. He grabs the hem of my dress and shoves it up over my ass to rest on my hips as his hand reaches beneath my panties to my hot center.

I have no idea if there are cameras in this elevator. I assume there are, but I don’t care. Not in this moment. Maybe when we’re done the shame will wash over me, but right now all I can think about is getting underneath this man.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he growls, savagely biting my lower lip as his finger finds my entrance, pushing in and out once to test my readiness. “I need to be inside you now.”

I hear the sounds of a zipper opening, followed by the telltale rip of a condom as he sheathes his cock and then before I can even process it, he’s pushing inside me.

He thrusts in to the hilt with one powerful move, extricating a feverish scream from my lips.

My mouth parts in agonized pleasure.

I feel like I’m bursting at the seams, like I’m one stitch coming undone away from being broken into a million pieces.

As much as I think I’ve reached my limits and that I can’t take anymore, I’m proven wrong and made to take it when he starts pumping into me.

He’s a beast, brutal and determined as he takes and takes.

He grasps my thigh right behind my knee and brings it up to his waist, changing the angle, deepening his thrusts, and unleashing even more madness as he drives into me.

He flips us so that I’m flat against the wall, his hand coming down to rest next to my face as he powers relentlessly into me, splitting me in two.

The elevator dings again, announcing its arrival at the penthouse. Gary grabs my other leg, hoists me into his arms and wraps my thighs around him. He walks sightlessly backwards off the elevator and into his suite.

We don’t make it far.

He has me up against the foyer wall within moments, pounding into my pussy like he can’t get enough of it.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight,” he grits out against my neck. “I’m going to come.”

I stiffen when I feel his shoulders lock and hear his moans turn almost painful.

As much as I’m enjoying this, I’m not going to come.

Maybe I am broken. If sex this hot, this filthy and unhinged, can’t make me orgasm, then will I ever be able to?

Is something truly wrong with me?

Shame and doubt overtake me and I just want this to be over. I want to get out of his suite before he realizes how frigid I am. I can’t take the embarrassment after I talked such a big game.

But I know how men’s egos work. I know if I don’t come, he’ll at best be offended. It’s more likely he’ll get pissed and blame me. Stand over me and yell that there’s something broken with me. Anything not to question his own virility.

At least that’s what my limited experience has taught me.

So, when he thrusts into me one final time and I feel his muscles tense and then twitch, I make a show of moaning loudly and lewdly. I shove my face into his neck and clench my pussy repeatedly as I call out his name.

I know I give a good performance.

I’ve had some practice.

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