As much as I want to rip off her panties and plunge into her, I resist the urge. Seeing how fucking turned on I amwithoutbeing inside her, I don’t know how long I’ll last once I feel her drenched pussy wrapped around my cock. When we make love again, I want to savor it. I want to make it last.
She slides her panties down, giving me more room to explore.
Loud moans pour from her mouth when she feels my fingers against her with no barrier. Her wetness increases, trickling down her thighs as I glide my hand through it.
My hand moves further down, stopping at her entrance as my thumb circles her swollen clit. She bites down on her bottom lip, staring at me with pleading eyes.
I pull her lip between my teeth and slip a finger into her, moving it in and out slowly.
“Maddox, please…” she whimpers.
“Do you want to come all over my fingers?” I whisper, continuing at my tortuously slow pace.
“Yes, please,” she pants. “Please make me come.”
“Spread your legs for me, Monroe.” She willingly parts them and I thrust another finger inside her.
“Yes!” She grinds against my hand, her loud moans echoing through the elevator.
I wrap my hand around her throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure while fucking her with my fingers. Seeing the faces she makes brings me immense pleasure. I start imagining the feeling of her tight cunt around me.
Driving my fingers deeper, I rub against the spot that makes her toes curl while my thumb moves against her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Maddox!” she moans, gripping tightly onto my shirt as her walls clench around my fingers.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, watching as the orgasm crashes through her.
Just as she’s coming down from her high, I lower myself to the ground, kneeling before her like the queen she is. My tongue laps at her pussy, feasting on her sweetness. She fists my hair with one hand and grabs onto the railing with the other as her legs tremble uncontrollably.
I suck on her clit then drag my tongue down her slit before pushing it inside. Her cum drips all over me and onto the floor as she shatters again and again.
Lifting my head from between her legs, I grin in satisfaction at seeing the pure ecstasy shining on her face.
Then the lights flicker on and the elevator rumbles back to life, beginning its ascent and breaking us out of our blissful haze.
“Fuck!” Annalise gasps, her eyes wide with fear.
She pulls her panties up and quickly readjusts her skirt while I fumble with the buttons of my shirt.
My shirt is only partially buttoned and Annalise’s hair is still disheveled when the elevator reaches the top floor, where the main office is located. The doors slide open, revealing Veronica standing before us.
“Oh my goodness! Mr. Kamado!” Veronica’s voice cracks, her hand flying to her mouth as she steps toward us. “My deepest apologies about the elevator! Our generator took a while to kick in. Are you okay?”
I am more than okay. Being trapped in the elevator with Annalise allowed me to finally do what I’ve been wanting to do since she walked back into my life.
“It’s no problem, Mrs. Zhang.”
“Happy to hear it. Now, let’s go and talk business, shall we?” she says, gesturing to the conference room.
“Oh, of course. But I have to use the restroom first, if you don’t mind.”
I need to take care of myself as soon as possible because I am in fucking pain.
“Oh, that’s fine!”
She turns to Annalise, suspicion written all over her face. “Ms. Monroe, please go fix yourself up. Your shirt is a mess and your makeup is smudged. It’s not very professional for our workplace.”
“Sorry. I got rained on,” she says.
