“Hi? That’s all you’ve got? After edging my cock like a filthy tease?” I growl, grinding my hard-on against her hip.
I kiss her like I’ve been starving for it—tongue invading her mouth, teeth nipping her lip hard enough to make her gasp. She’s soaked already. I can smell her arousal mixing with the old-wood scent of the polished door. Her hands claw at my shirt, and she moans into my mouth, “Take me to bed. I want you inside me.”
“Not so fast, Dr. Greene.” I drop to my knees on the cold marble, shoving her dress up her thighs. “You just torturedme for fifteen minutes.” Her pussy’s dripping, the lace panties clinging wetly. “Turnabout’s fair play, you dirty little slut.”
“I’m a what?” She giggles. “Oh, we’re doing dirty talk. OK. I can do this—treat me like your little cum slut.”
I look up at her and quirk an eyebrow. “I will.” Then I yank her panties aside and bury my face in her cunt. Her giggles and playfulness quickly turn into moans.
“Oh fuck, yes. Logan!”
She tastes like sin—salty and sweet, her juices coating my chin as I lap at her like a man possessed. She’s grinding against my mouth, her fingers twisting in my hair, pulling hard.
“God, you taste good. Can’t wait for you to come all over my face.”
I seal my lips around her swollen nub and suck like I’m trying to pull her soul out through it, flicking my tongue in rapid circles while I shove two fingers knuckle-deep into her dripping hole. She bucks against the door, her ass slapping wood, and I curl my fingers to hit that spot that makes her thighs quake.
“Holy fuck!Loooogan!”
Her scream echoes through the empty foyer, her pussy clenching around my fingers, hot fluid gushing onto my tongue. I don’t stop—keep pumping and licking until she’s a trembling mess, oversensitive and begging.
“Stop—fuck, too much?—”
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. “Too much? We’re just getting started. This mansion’s mine now—every room’s gonna smell like your cum by morning.”
Her eyes widen, pupils blown with lust. “Holy shit. That’s one way to celebrate.”
“And to reclaim what’s mine. No tiptoeing around anymore.” I scoop her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carryher toward the grand staircase, her dress hiked up, her soaked panties rubbing against my shirt.
We barely make it halfway up the curving stairs before I pin her against the banister, the wood creaking under our weight. “Oh my god. Here?” she gasps as her hands fumble with my belt.
“Here.”
Freeing my cock, she strokes it once, smoothing the pre-cum over my tip. “Hold on to me,” I instruct as I shove her panties aside again and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. She’s so wet it slurps, her pussy gripping me like a vice.
“Oh, god! Yes!” Her cries echo as I pound into her, the staircase shaking, her tits bouncing.
“Take it, Audrey. Milk my cock.”
She screams, fingers digging into my back. “Harder! Fuck me like you own me—wreck me!” Our bodies slap together, sweat slicking our skin, the scent of sex filling the stairwell. I reach down and rub her clit furiously, and she comes again, her walls pulsing, milking me. But I pull out before I finish. Her head lolls back, breath coming in shattered gasps. “Why—why’d you stop?”
I stay pressed against her, cock throbbing against her thigh, letting the edge sharpen to something dangerous. I want her ruined, desperate, needy enough to forget her own damn name. “Because I want to make you beg,” I whisper into her hair. “And we’re not even at the bedroom yet.”
She groans, hands clutching my shoulders for balance as I drag her up the rest of the stairs to the first-floor drawing room—a cavernous space with velvet couches, gilded mirrors, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the moonlit gardens. The room’s empty, forgotten, but now it’s ours. I throw her onto a plush chaise lounge, stripping her clothes off roughly.
“This is not your bedroom.” She laughs, leaning back wearing just her heels like the naked goddess she is, her body glistening with sweat.
“I noticed.” I pull my shirt off and drop it to the floor as I lower myself in front of her. “Now spread those legs for me. Show me how wet you are.”
She does, parting her thighs wide.
“Mmm. This is what I do to you?”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself for me. Show me how you get yourself off.”
She rubs her clit, slow at first, then faster, never looking away from me. Her eyes are wild—hungry and vulnerable at once.
