Page 8 of Lost Love


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Pushing me against the steel elevator rail, he rested his broad shoulders and thick legs against me. Scrambling, I reached for him, wrapping my hands around his neck. As if sensing my struggle, he lifted me onto the rail so my ass balanced between his body and the bar.

Pressed so tightly to me, I felt the tent in his pants, and I sucked in a breath, anticipation shooting between my legs.

“You want this, Pepper?” He stepped back, clutching his cock like a trophy.

It was a question, but there was no inflection in his tone. I knew he wasn’t asking. He was Connor Diamond, after all, heir to a billion-dollar media company. Arrogance and entitlement came like cups of tea to the English.

But to me, he was just Connor.

“Fuck, yes,” I said, putting my hand on his and squeezing.

He grinned like a schoolboy. “You were always the cheeky one, weren’t you?”

“You better believe it,” I teased, taking him harder in my hands.

He hissed out a breath.

The elevator doors opened to his penthouse, and he lifted me off the rail with ease, carrying me over the threshold.

I’d been to Connor’s apartment many times before with Lourde. I loved his style—homey with a luxurious edge.

Warm colors covered custom couches, colorful art dressed the walls, and plush tapestry rugs across the floors felt like clouds underneath your feet. Plenty of wood and lime-washed timber covered the furniture, giving it that warm and inviting feel.

But this was different.

So different. His hand was on my goddamn ass, for starters, then there was the feel of his hard cock against me.

When a moment of doubt should have entered my mind, it didn’t. Instead, I took my mouth to Connor’s exposed neck, sucking it hard.

“Fuck me,” he bit out and spanked my ass.

I moaned, wanting him to do it again.

He kicked open the door to his bedroom, and he tossed me onto the bed.

“I want you to wrap your lips around my cock.”

My panties were already damp, and his dirty words had me soaked.

He stood at the foot of his king bed and unzipped his pants, springing his enormous erection free. I gasped at the sight. Long, thick, and rod-steel, he was impossibly large.

With a hunger in my eyes, I crawled toward him and licked my lips, unable to wait any longer. The desire to satisfy him, make him forget about whatever was troubling him while making me forget my own heartache was too strong.

“I want to see what’s underneath that dress, Pepper,” he commanded, roughly chasing down the zipper with expert hands.

His hands circled my breasts encased in my red lace bra in what appeared to be awe, it seemed. God gifted me huge natural tits to go with my round Greek ghetto booty, and at least Connor appreciated them. Then he ripped off the bra from the front, and it split into two, causing my strained breasts to tumble out.

“You didn’t like the bra?” I teased.

“Fuck, Pepper, are these natural?”

“All me.” I winked.

My hands ached with a need to touch him, and I reached the base of his cock, my fingers closing around him as I stroked his length from base to tip. He let out a guttural groan that sent a throbbing sensation between my legs. How he was this hard, when completely intoxicated, beat me. Jake couldn’t even get it up after a few drinks.

His hands traced my tits, squeezing my nipples between his fingers. Hard then soft, he teased me, sending a quiver from my belly down to my core.

Wanting to taste him, I leaned forward, and his hands dropped, giving me permission. I took him in my mouth, and slowly, I licked his tip, moving in a circular motion with long, unhurried strokes.

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