Page 122 of Breaking Hollywood

“No more boot, baby. You know what that means?”

“That you’re driving the car home?”

I chuckle and grab hold of her hand. “Half right. Yes, I’m driving my car home, and as soon as we get there, I’m fucking you up against the living room wall. How does that sound?”

“Let’s go.”

It’s a race for who can get to the car faster. It feels good to drive my car again. But I have us back home in record time.

I’m on her the second the elevator doors close, pinning her to the wall and thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

We reach my apartment. The elevator doors open, and we stumble out, still kissing.

She drops her bag to the floor and kicks off her shoes.

I kick mine off, ignoring the slight pain in my foot.

She grabs my T-shirt and yanks it up. I break our kiss to grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor.

Her mouth immediately goes to my chest, and she starts kissing her way down, lowering to her knees.

She unzips my shorts and pulls them down along with my boxers. I kick them aside.

She presses a kiss to the tip of my cock.

I reach down and take her chin in my hand. “Don’t tease me, Ava. I’m a man close to the edge.”

Lust sparks in those gorgeous eyes of hers. She takes my cock in her mouth, and my head drops back, thudding against the wall.

This feels way too fucking good, and if she keeps at it, I’ll be coming way too soon.

I run my hand through her hair, and gripping the strands, I ease her head back off my cock. She releases me with a wet pop that has desire bolting down my spine.

“My turn,” I tell her.

Then, I grab her arm and pull her to her feet. I turn us around, and I push her back against the wall.

“You’re still dressed.”

“I am.”

I grab the front of her button-up dress and rip it open. She gasps. The buttons ping across the marble floor. I push the tattered dress off her shoulders. Next goes her bra. Then, her panties.

“Much better.” I run my eyes up and down her body. The curve of her hips. The softness of her belly. Her tits…those fucking gorgeous tits that belong entirely to me. As does her pussy.

All of her belongs to me.

And I’m hers completely. She owns me.

Something possessive and primal rips through me.

I slam my mouth down onto hers. Her arms wrap around my neck. I grab her ass and hike her legs up around my waist.

“I was going to lick your pussy, but I can’t fucking wait. I need to fuck you now.”

“Yes. Do it. Fuck me.”

I thrust up inside her. She screams out my name. I start to fuck her with the maddening intensity that I feel for her.