Where had this male been all my life? Holy fuck. I never wanted him to leave. I wanted to shrink him down and put him in my pocket for later. He was so good that for a half a second, I was starting to think about how I could convince him to make a deal like that, but I shook it off, knowing that he wouldn’t go for that. Or would he?
“Oh, Lillian, you’re so fucking wet, so tight. It should be illegal for you to be this perfect. For your pussy to be this amazing. I just want to keep fucking you ‘til the end of time.” His fractured breathing took on a shaky tone. He was close.
I raked my nails through his shiny locks, dragging them along his scalp, giving him something else other than my perfect pussy to pay attention to. His words, not mine. I wasn’t that conceited. Hahaha, ya right!I totally was.
His body shuddered as a pleased, pleasure-filled sound tumbled from his lips. He kissed and bit his way up between the valleys of my breasts, all the way to my collarbone, making his way over to the edge of my shoulder before he bit down, hard.
I screamed. “Oh, fuck! Fuck me…” I realized suddenly that I didn’t know his first name, and it would have been weird for me to call him Mr. West while he was inside me.
I stopped what I was doing, grabbed onto his hair, and yanked his head back, heaving out as I brought our faces nose to nose.
“What's your first name?”
He growled at my pause, pushing his hips forward, but I kept my body still. I needed this answer, and I needed it now.
He stopped pistoning in-and-out of me, both of us frozen against the walls of the elevator as he took a shaky breath. A smirk grew on his lips with the knowledge that he had information that I wanted, and he hadn’t decided if he was going to give it.
This time, it was my turn to growl at him, issuing him a warning, because if he didn’t give me this small truth, I would stop everything right now and leave his wet dick wanting more. Granted, I would be doing myself a disservice as well, but I could rub one out or find another willing body on the streets in order to make sure I won this.
I think he could hear the unwavering demand in my growl. He cocked his head to the side and replied, “Con.”
Something about that name shot sparks in the back of my mind, like my subconscious recognized it even if this was the first time meeting him. I rolled his name around in my mind, trying to see if I could dislodge a memory, but nothing came to the forefront, so I shrugged.
“Con. I like it. Well, I'm going to need you to fuck my brains out good and deep, Con West.” I ran my fingernail down the side of his face, making sure he knew my claim over his name. Even if it was only for tonight, he wasmine.
“As my lady commands.”
My body quaked at his words; they somehow held a magic to them that I didn't understand, but didn't have time to analyze. My body was pretty preoccupied with what he was currently doing with it.
He pulled his cock all the way out, having just the tip at my channel's rim, gazing at me with a twinkle of victory. Then he slammed all the way in. His dick hit just the right spot as his body rubbed my clit at the same time. When he was fully seated, I saw stars. He listened to every sound I made, watched every flicker of my eyes, felt every shiver of my skin as he tore me apart with his slow yet rough impalement.
I was usually a quick and rough gal, not wanting to waste time and energy for what I wanted, but this was an exquisite kind of torture. Having him take me while I felt every inch of him had my eyes rolling to the back of my skull.
I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails in as I did something I had not done in a long time.
I begged.
“Con, please.”
He slammed in again, vibrations from how rough the entry was snaking down my legs to my toes before the slow, torturous, inch-by-inch exit.
“Please, what?” His voice was deep and rough as he slammed in again.
I screamed.
“Aaahhhh! Please, Con. Please fuck me.”
I could hear the smug smile in his voice as he slowly pulled out again.
“Isn't that what I'm doing?”
He slammed in, causing me to swallow my tongue as my head jerked back and forth at his entry. My legs trembled and my pussy was soaked. Yet I needed more. My body was coiled so tightly that if I moved the wrong way, I was afraid I would snap his dick off.
That was it. This was all fun and games—heck, it even showed me that I would enjoy something like this—but I’d had enough. I wanted my orgasm, and I wanted it now. He was going to learn today that I was not going to beg for a third time.
I quickly moved my shaky legs to get my feet positioned on the wall behind me. I waited for him to slam into me again, an unhelpful moan breaking from my lips before I shoved off the wall with some Wrath sin magic and he fell backwards.
His eyes flew open with shock and he tried to twist, moving his arms to break his fall, but I was not having it. I circled my arms around him, ensuring he would crash onto his back.
