“Raiden,” I gasp.
He doesn’t stop, bringing me right to the edge as his lips return to my neck, sending waves of intense pleasure rocking through my body. Hot pulses of desire consume me, and I need everything that he is.
It’s more than I bargained for, and as his fingers work my G-spot, I can’t help but cry for more.
“Yes,” I tell him, clutching onto him as though terrified of letting go. “Just like that.”
He doesn’t disappoint, and when his thumb reaches up and rolls tight circles over my clit, it’s all I can do to hold on. “GOD, YES! RAIDEN!” I cry out, tightening my fingers in his hair as his tongue works over my neck, driving me insane with those devilish, wicked skills.
My hips start to jolt, taking on a mind of their own as the pleasure becomes too much, and suddenly my world is exploding, and I’m seeing stars up against the side of the elevator.
My walls erratically convulse around his fingers as the high tears through me, my fingers and toes clenching. It’s too much. He’s toogood, and I know if I were to let him, he’d ruin me forever.
His fingers don’t stop moving, tormenting me with their delicious skills and enticing every ounce of pleasure out of me until there’s nothing left to give. It’s like climbing a roller coaster, getting higher and higher until you finally reach the peak, then you come crashing right back down while experiencing the greatest thrill life has to offer.
Raiden is that thrill, and no matter how much I deny it, the truth is right here in this elevator.
I’m left panting against the wall as he holds me up with one hand clasped under my ass, and when he finally pulls his fingers free, his dark, hungry gaze locks on mine. He goes to lift his fingers to his lips, and I shake my head, curling my hand around his wrist and pulling it toward me. “Uh-uh,” I breathe, still struggling to catch my breath. “You want to taste me, then you’re going to have to get down on your knees and work for it. Until then, this is all mine.”
His eyes widen just a fraction, watching as I take his fingers into my mouth and suck them clean, my tongue rolling over them and giving him just a taste of what I can do.
“Fuck,” he grunts, looking at me as though I’ve just destroyed him.
I grin as I pull his fingers from my lips, and as he holds my stare, I reach down between us, my fingers clutching his belt. “That was good,” I tell him, knowing damn well it was a shitload better than just good. “But it’s not what you’ve been bragging about these past few weeks. So, are you just going to stand here and look at me, or are youactually going to show me what you can do with that monster between your legs?”
A cocky smirk settles across his lips. “Oh, I don’t know if you’ve actually earned that honor,” he says, making a show of pretending to release me, but I grip his belt tighter and pull him in as close as I can, locking my legs tighter around his waist.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
He groans as though I just said the magic words, and not a second later, he crashes back into me, my back slamming against the wall of the elevator as I frantically release his belt.
“There’s that feisty little vixen I always knew you were.”
Oh God, he’s got no idea. He thinks he’s the one with the insane sexual appetite here. He thinks he’s a master at his craft, but he’s about to learn one hell of a lesson.
Releasing his belt, I tear it from his pants in one clean pull, letting it fall heavily to the ground before shamelessly popping the button on his fly. I work his pants in a matter of seconds, and the moment I can, I reach in and curl my fingers around that massive monster cock.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, pulling him free as my fingers tighten around him, slowly beginning to pulse up and down. I can’t get my whole hand around him, and if I were in a better position with space to move, I’d be on my knees, using both hands while begging him to bruise my esophagus.
My fingers pump right to his tip before roaming over his piercing at the top.
Raiden’s breath becomes uneven, his eyes fluttering the same way mine had, and a wave of pure elation slams through my chest. Despite his constant roster of women, it’s intoxicating that little old me can entice such a reaction out of him.
“Fuuuuck, Firecracker.”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” I tease, my fingers pausing at his tip.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Or what?”
He groans, and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t have a response, but I’m not looking to mess up a good thing. I immediately drop my hand back to his base, tightening around him and pumping slowly.
He leans into me, his lips trailing over my throat and down to the plunging neckline of my dress. “You don’t have any emotional attachments to this dress, do you?”
“It’s a piece of fabric bought with another man’s dirty money.”
He lets out a desperate sigh. “Thank fuck,” he groans, just moments before grabbing the lace fabric on either side of the plunging neckline and tearing it straight down the center until my full tits bounce free, the eight-thousand-dollar dress now torn and bundled at my hips.
