“I won’t be alone.”
“Good.”
He kissed me. Soft at first. Then deeper. His tongue sliding into my mouth, his hands pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together.
I melted into him. Let the fear and the questions and the unease fade into the background. Let there be nothing but this. Him and me and the heat building between us.
“I need you,” he growled against my lips. “Right now.”
“Prime, we’re at an event?—”
“I don’t give a fuck.” He was already backing me toward the door. “Been watching you all night. Watching other men look at you. Watching you smile and glow and be everything I want. And I need to be inside you. Now.”
He pulled me into the hallway. Down another corridor. Pushed open a door marked “Private.”
A bathroom. Single occupancy. Marble and gold fixtures and a massive mirror over the sink.
He locked the door behind us and was on me immediately.
His mouth claiming mine. His hands pulling at my shirt. His body pinning me against the sink.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
I obeyed, my heart racing, my pussy already wet with anticipation.
He pressed me forward until I was bent over the sink, my hands braced on the marble, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror.
“Watch yourself,” he said, unbuttoning my pants and yanking them down. “I want you to see what I do to you.”
He pulled my panties aside and slid two fingers inside me without warning.
I gasped, my eyes locking with my own reflection.
“Already so wet for me,” he growled, working his fingers in and out. “Always so ready. My nasty girl.”
“Prime, please?—”
“Please what?” He added a third finger, stretching me, hitting that spot that made my legs shake. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” He pulled his fingers out and I heard his belt buckle. Heard his zipper. “You want this dick?”
“Yes.”
“Say it louder.”
“I need your dick, Prime. Please.”
He thrust into me in one hard stroke and we both groaned.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so good. So tight. So perfect.”
He set a brutal pace immediately. Deep, punishing strokes that made me cry out. Made me grab the sink harder. Made me watch myself come apart in the mirror.
“That’s it,” he said, one hand fisting in my hair, pulling my head back. “Watch yourself take this dick. Watch how beautiful you look when I’m inside you.”
I couldn’t look away. Could only watch as he fucked me. As my face flushed. As my mouth fell open. As pleasure twisted my features into something raw and desperate.
