Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“They don’t matter. It is just you and me,” he snaps, tugging on my dress. I hear the fabric rip and a second later the entire front drops down revealing me to him. Despite his body shielding me, I know the men can see—at the very least they can see some of me. The damn elevator is basically mirrors with shiny, reflective doors.
“It’s not! They’re watching,” I hiss, and they are. There are two bodyguards that look like they could be twins. Both are almost as tall as Antonio. They are walls of solid muscle and stern eyes. They’re really hot, but I don’t want them to watch me while I’m having sex. I might be taking a walk on the wild side with this man—and he is wild—but, I’d rather whatever we do together be between just me and him. I mean, not counting what happened downstairs.
He looks up at me and I know I must look a mess, lipstick smeared, hair mussed, and my breasts hanging out. He grumbles under his breath. I look at the elevator numbers, because he looks like he’s about to tell me he’s not waiting. It figures he’d be in the penthouse area. I look at him hopefully. “It’s only seven more floors,” I whisper hopefully.
“Levi, Zane, turn the fuck around,” he barks, then, lets me slide down his body. I barely stand before he quickly drops to his knees.
“I… You…What are you doing?” I squeak, while trying to cover myself with one arm and hold onto the wall with the other. My legs are weak and shaking as desire surges through my body.
“They can’t see you,” he reasons, pulling me into him with a giant tug when his hands wrap around the backs of my thighs. He forces himself between my legs, ripping my underwear with one jerk and leaving me speechless—and breathless.
“Antonio,” I try again, feeling panicked. “We’re almost to your room now.”
He looks up at me, his expression absolutely decadent and dirty. “Right,” he says. “Zane, stop the elevator.”
“Wha—”
I don’t get to finish the word because, he’s pushing my dress up, somehow tucking it into itself at my waist. Next, he pulls my thighs apart, his touch and control stealing me of rational thought. His face presses against my center and without thinking I grind against his face, knowing I’m covering him in my juices, but unable to be embarrassed. I just want to feel the pleasure I know he can give me.
His fingers open me up to him and then his tongue flattens out and slides against my lips before diving between them and into my entrance. It feels so good, I cry out. His tongue laps at my pussy, flicking the sensitive flesh with a mastery that should be frightening, but only leaves me wanting more. Antonio pulls back and I whimper, thrusting toward him. He reaches up and delivers a short slap on my ass.
“Be still,” he orders. His voice is dark and thick with need. I feel a new gush of desire flood through me.
He holds the lips of my pussy apart, and I feel him blow against my clit. The warm air hits my aroused flesh feels so good that it’s almost painful. My entire body is jolted from the sensation. His tongue once more licks the slick folds of my pussy, moving up to seek my clit and arouse me even more. I do my best to stifle a moan, biting into my lip. I can feel my swollen clit pulsating as he relentlessly teases me, sucking the swollen button into his mouth. His beard brushes against my thighs. It all feels so good, but I’m aching too. I’m empty and needing more at the same time.
“Antonio,” I beg. I’m not sure what I’m asking for, I just know I need it.
“Pinch your nipples and pull on them while I’m eating your pretty little cunt,” he thunders. I look up at his men who have their backs to us. I can see one of them looking into the mirrored panel and I know he can see me, but I ignore it. I do as I’m told, turning my attention back to the man who is sucking my clit back in his mouth. I should be ashamed, because honestly, I think knowing we’re doing this with others so close, knowing they can see me, turns me on. I don’t get time to dwell on it because I can feel the orgasm building all at once as he continuously works me. I pull on my nipples and look down and he grins at me. “That’s my girl,” he praises, and I smile at him, letting him see the pleasure on my face as I torture my nipples with just enough strength that there’s a small feeling of pain mixed in with the pleasure. “Mmm…” he hums, my clit pressed tight between his lips. The vibration makes me cry out and I can feel my orgasm right there, but I can’t reach it.