“Slide it into your hole, princess,” he commands, voice rougher now, possessive, and I submit to him entirely. The thrill of giving him exactly what he wants sets my body alight.
I slide it inside me, moaning softly, waiting for his next command.
“Good girl. Spread it over your lips and give it a proper suck. We know how good you are at that.”
He winks.
I keep my eyes locked on his, heart hammering, pussy throbbing as I wet my lips with my slick, then slide it onto my tongue, sucking it, imagining it was his dick instead.
He's breathing heavier now; the sexual tension between us is taut and electric, as if it's about to snap like a rubber band. Everything in me longs for him to take me on his bike.
I’m so close, and he hasn't even touched me.
Elijah takes my wrist with gentleness, pulling it away, and claims my lips in a deep, filthy kiss. Desire roars through me, and every nerve inside me comes alive just for him.
Yes, yes, yes. Don't stop.
But of course, he does.
“You taste so sweet.”
His fingers find my clit and rub once, twice before moving aside.
“Lie back and keep the sweet in your mouth.” He's back into professional mode as he guides me, my back hitting the leather, the dress riding up higher, fully exposing me.
I wait, breath hitching, listening to him move before he appears above me, camera in hand again.
“Look at you on display for me. My seat is soaked. Such a dirty girl, aren't you?” he clicks a few more shots, but I can feel my patience snapping, my body screaming for more.
My nerves are singing with a desperate, growing desire for him.
“What's wrong, princess. Do you need me?”
“Yes, please, sir,” I beg, words tripping over themselves. “Please… fuck me… make a mess of me… just do something!”
He doesn't answer me.
Suddenly, he's there, gripping me, pulling me up, biting the other end of the sweet that's between my teeth as he works at the waistband of his jeans.
“I’m going to fill you so deep you'll be dripping for days.”
My mouth drops open, and he smirks, taking my jaw, tongue dragging messily over my lips.
“And later I’m going to fuck your tits and come all over them, write my name on your skin, mark you as mine.”
I cry out as he drives into me, refusing to let me adjust, yet I’m wet enough that it doesn't even matter as he makes himself home. He ruts into me with the untamed, feral energy that always leaves me breathless. His grip is on my neck, tightening ever so slightly while the other digs at my ass, teasing me mercilessly. His finger circles around the mess I've made, then slips inside my other tight hole that he loves to play with.
“Fuck, Elijah. Don't stop… don't ever stop,” I choke out, words fading as he doesn't slow down, hitting something deep inside me that makes me shut my eyes with ecstasy.
I can't hold onto anything else but him, tugging at the back of his hair, my nails dragging as we move together, bodies snapping in rhythm.
That familiar, all-consuming heat builds fast, overtaking my body.
“Choke my cock, baby.”
I’m so close.
“Come—” he thrusts deep. “—for me—” he groans, driving harder with another powerful thrust. “—now.”
