“Then you should stop wearing them,” I say and spin her around so she faces me.
The sight of her bare pussy makes me lick my lips, but we’re in a lift and there’s no time to taste her. Instead, I palm her, slipping two fingers inside her. She’s so wet they glide in easily. I curl them against that sweet spot that makes her sob. I add a third, stretching her, fucking her with them while pressing my palm against her mons.
“This is mine,” I growl. “This cunt is mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she hisses, panting hard.
I work her harder, faster, until her thighs tremble. The orgasm hits her hard and her cunt clamps around fingers. I keep pumping until the tremors die out. Only then do I pull out my fingers and hold her gaze as I lick them. I fucking love the taste of her juices.
The elevator is still descending slowly, giving me a little more time. I unbutton the fly on my jeans with one hand and shove them and my boxer briefs down enough to free my cock. I hitch one of her legs across my hip and notch the head at her dripping cunt. “Look at me,” I order.
Her green gaze locks on mine, hazy, desperate.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want your dick,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “Please.”
I thrust deep in one brutal stroke. She screams, the sound echoing off the mirrored walls. She’s so fucking tight, so hot, gripping me like a fist. I pull out and slam into her again.
“You fit me perfectly,” I hiss, grabbing her ass with both hands so I can lift her up and go deeper.
She moans, flattening her palms against the mirror. They squeak as they glide against the glass with my thrusts. I bite one of her nipples and then lick it before I give the other the same treatment. Her cunt’s walls flutter around my cock like she’s trying to pull me deeper. “You’re going to come again,” I order. “And you’re going to come loud.”
I bite her again, hard, and then drive into her even deeper. Her walls clamp down, milking me, and she shatters again, screaming my name as she comes, gushing around my cock. The sight of her, luscious tits heaving, face flushed, body shaking, snaps my control.
I bury myself to the hilt, roar her name, and empty inside her through thick, hot pulses that fill her until I can feel it leaking out around me.
We stay locked together, panting, my chest pressed to her back, my lips at her ear.
She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper.
“You love this,” I tell her, voice rough. “Love being used. Love being filled with my cum.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I love it.”
I pull out of her, my cum dripping down her thighs as the elevator counts down the last few levels to her floor. At least I assume it’s her floor because that’s the button she pushed.
She smiles, legs trembling, cunt still throbbing with the memory of me. I tuck myself into my pants and then help her corral her tits back into the bra and pull her dress back down. It’s wrinkled beyond saving, and her hair is wild around her flushed cheek. I kiss her swollen lips and then bend down to pick up her knickers. The door opens just as I’m stuffing them into the front pocket of my jeans.
Iris takes a step forward, about to leave the elevator and probably my life.
Suddenly, three sharp pops echo from below.
Gunshots.
I yank Iris back and push her behind me. “Stay back,” I hiss as I bend down and release the pistol in my ankle holster.
Her eyes widen, but she keeps quiet.
Good girl.
Chapter 5
IRIS
Amoment ago, my body hummed in that loose, boneless way that comes after being thoroughly undone in a place you absolutely should not be undone.
Julian stood behind me, one hand braced on the mirrored wall, the other resting far too casually at my hip, like we hadn’t just turned a glass-and-steel elevator into something obscene.
