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Why aren’t we having filthy sex, out in the open, right now?!
Why aren’t my legs over his shoulders, heels kicking into his back, while a waiter walks around offering people martini glasses filled with cocktail sauce and shrimp?!
“33%,” the man in front of me corrects once he’s finished cleaning his fingers. “Our last two quarters were remarkable.”
I’m not surprised.
He works like he never sleeps.
“However, that was the only correct assessment you made.”
“Well, I was…kind of…joking about the Rapunzel thing…” I sheepishly state while trying to close my trembling legs.
It’s effortless for him to stop their motion with no more than a firm touch to my knees.
“While I do have an exorbitant amount of stock in Google, my researching as an adolescent occurred primarily at our in-home library. I had encyclopedias, regular access to more media than most, and numerous tutors to tend to my every academic need at any given time of the day or night.”
“Alright, I’m modifying my theory,” my declaration is given on a sassy smirk. “I think you had a long-haired, Rapunzel-esque French tutor who made passes at a young, impressionable you.”
This time Elias lets loose a haughty laugh. “Impressionable?”
“She obviously seduced you, which is why you like women with long hair.”
“Or maybe…” His frame snakes itself upward until our mouths are no more than two inches apart, “I seduced her.”
There’s no stopping me from pouncing his mouth for our tongues to intertwine. His hand dominates my hair, knocking the hat completely off. Too hungry to be tender has Elias swiftly claiming my seat and repositioning my shaky frame to straddle his lean physique.
Thoughts that I had banished earlier slowly begin to creep their way back into my mind at the faint sound of a champagne bottle being uncorked. I fight myself as much as him to break our kiss, “Elias-”
“Sir.”
“Sir, I-”
“What did I say earlier about you belonging wherever I can have you, little doll?” Elias’s hand clutches my neck, thumb grazing my quickened pulse, while his other frantically works to undo his pants. “You’re mine.” The statement seems accentuated by him tugging his cock out of its confines. “And I can have you here.” He uses the same fingers that granted his dick freedom to force my g-string to the side. “And I can have you now.” There’s not even time to breathe before he’s thrusting inside. “And I am.”
My mind races to the same speed my body is beginning to bounce. Feeling as though the only thing in life that matters is this moment leads to me urgently lifting myself up to sink myself deeper over and over again. I greedily drink in the epitome of confidence, claw at the chest of fearlessness, slide my tongue along the lips of power, tasting his undeniable dominance right alongside my own lingering juices.
Moans are frequently stolen.
Bites are heatedly delivered.
Cool, salty air licks my burning flesh creating a delicious contrast of temperatures.
It feels like it only takes mere seconds for me to come undone. I tense, entire body rigid enough to break my bones. Poorly muted mewls become Elias’s sustenance pushing him to hastily lap them up with his anxious mouth. Locks of hair unconsciously sway towards his fingertips, yet he makes no urge to steal a harsh handful.
Not even a finger twitch to indicate he’s tempted.
I gasp and grind and grab fistfuls of his shirt in hopes of igniting the response.
Ohmygod…
I want it.
Crave it.
Need. It.
Whimpers act as demands for him to give me the connection I’m coveting while I wildly buck to wring out every last drop of cum from Elias’s twitching cock.
