until he was scraping over the back of my throat. I drank from him. I sucked on him, my cheeks indenting with the force of my suction. I couldn’t get enough of him. I pulled him deeper into my throat. His fingers massaged my scalp, pulling me against him.
“Fuck, I can’t,” he roared and fell to his knees, pulling himself from my mouth. A popping sound echoed around the expansive entryway.
I was shaking as he pulled me against him and kissed me. His tongue shoved into my mouth, replacing the dick I had just been enjoying.
His hands reached behind me and pulled the zipper down. He shoved the dress down my shoulders until my torso was exposed. I leaned forward, rubbing my breasts against his chest. The lace scratched over my hard nipples. I rubbed harder, needing more friction.
It wasn’t enough. I reached for his shirt and decided he could afford another. I yanked it open, sending buttons flying. I shoved it down his shoulders, pinning his arms at his sides. He growled low in his throat, struggling to get his arms free. I held them down while my mouth moved to his neck. I slid my tongue over his collarbone and bent lower to suck on his chest.
His strength was no match for mine. His arms were freed with one powerful jerk. In a flash, he had me flat on my back, the cool tile pressing against my back. He grabbed the dress and yanked it over my hips. My chest heaved up and down as he looked down at me. The matching lacy black panties and bra were new, a treat from one of the online lingerie stores.
The way he was looking at me told me they were worth every penny.
“How much do you like these panties?” he asked without looking at me. His gaze was locked on the thin black triangle of lace covering my heated core.
I looked down at my body. I wasn’t sure what he was asking.
I didn’t have to wonder for long. There was a tug, followed by another, and then they were torn from my body. I sucked in a breath, and the cool air from the AC vent washed over my bare flesh. It was a stark contradiction to the heat that was clinging to my skin.
With zero gentleness, he pushed one leg, opening me to his view. His hand stroked up my inner thigh, one finger parting my folds before pushing in. “I fucking knew it,” he hissed.
My back arched, pulling the finger in deeper. “Knew?” I managed to get out.
“You’re wet. You’re swollen. I bet you are on the edge.”
I moaned, closing my eyes to block some of the sensory overload I felt. I couldn’t look at him. Looking at him was too much. He was too hot. Watching him watch himself slide his finger in and out of me was beyond erotic. I felt a million pinpricks as my body wound tighter. “Oh god,” I cried out.
The orgasm broke free. My body arched as he pushed a second finger inside, stretching and filling me. “More,” he shouted at me.
My eyes popped open. He was intently staring at me, his fingers working in and out of my body, stroking over the sensitive nub and sending me higher and higher. My body clenched, clamping down on the fingers as sensual sounds of ecstasy escaped my lips.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “God damn, I like to watch you come.”
I whimpered as the grip of the orgasm relaxed, allowing me to finally breathe again. It didn’t last long. He was sliding over my body and pushing the cock I had just had my mouth on inside me. Unlike the first time, my body was much more receptive to his invasion. He slid inside, pausing only briefly before he began to jackhammer inside me.
I slid across the smooth surface of the floor with every thrust of his hips. “Fuck,” he angrily growled before pulling out of me. He jerked me forward, manhandling me until I was on all fours in front of him.
My body ignored the sharp pain of the hard surface beneath my knees. I felt no pain as he once again slid his body inside mine. I felt my breasts fall forward. He had released my bra and was already reaching around to hold one in his hand as he began to pound inside me. He held my hip, keeping me steady as he continued to fuck me.