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Using his thumbs, he slides them down my legs slowly. He inhales them to his nose, groaning at my flavor before bunching them up and putting them into his pocket. Standing, he lifts me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my prim work skirt rises higher to my waist. I'm so wet; I know he can see it. I’ve got to be soaking his shirt since his abs are hitting my clit just right.
Using my hands like I know what I'm doing, I fumble with his belt opening it, and pulling his huge hard cock out. I gasp loudly. Using the bit of precum at the tip, I stroke him until he groans and moves my hand away from him. Gripping it at the base, he lines it up with my little wet pussy hole and drags himself through my wetness. He does this repeatedly, tapping my clit with the head of his cock, driving me absolutely wild. For him. I’m already gone for this man, and it has nothing to do with him being a king or my obsession with him.
“Are you always this wet? Or is it just for me?” he demands.
“Just you,” I say honestly. No one has ever seen me like this before. I feel a bit of pressure as the head of his cock pushes into me slowly.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Ashlee,” he murmurs while kissing my neck. He surges forward, breaking my cherry. His eyes pop up to mine. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he grunts, stopping his movements.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Please,” I beg, clinging to his shoulders. We are both still dressed, but there is no doubt as to what we are doing here. My eyes move to the camera again.
“I’m never stopping, don’t worry, amoureux,” he assures me, his French-tinged accent even thicker now.
I am dying to come all over his thick cock, but he’s controlling my orgasm expertly. I don’t want to think about why he’s so good at this. This is so much better than the fantasies I’ve had about him in the last two years.
“Thank God,” I pant. My back slams against the elevator wall, and I love it.
“Never gonna stop fucking you,” he says, fucking me harder and harder. All I can do is hang on for dear life as he has his way with me.
“I can live with that,” I moan. “George!” I shout as I come with my nails digging into his neck, the only bit of his skin I can feel. Mere seconds later, he fills my unprotected pussy with his seed. I feel rope after rope of it hitting my womb. It’s scalding me, branding me with his essence. God, I love it. I can’t believe we didn’t use any kind of protection, but oh my God, I am so okay with that. I just hope he is. He sets me down gently, and I adjust my skirt while he tucks himself back into his pants.
“Damn,” he says, pulling me back to him for a soul-searing kiss.
“Wow. Is, uh, it always like that?” I ask when we pull apart. I don’t want to leave his arms, but I know that I have to.
“I wouldn’t know, baby. I’ve only ever been with you, and that’s just how I plan to keep it,” he says as if it’s a foregone conclusion that I’ll always want to be with him. Fuck, is it written on my face or something?
“No fucking way,” I blurt out and then slap my hand over my mouth. There is no reason not to believe him; he was amazing, but why would he lie? He chuckles, grabbing my hand. I turn to go with him. I hadn’t noticed the elevator door had opened up into a massive living room. “Wow,” I say, looking out the massive wall of windows at the New York Skyline. It’s gorgeous.
“Breathtaking, isn’t it?” he asks, but he’s looking at me, not outside. I can feel myself blush. Even after what we just shared, it’s insane that I can still blush.
“Yeah. Uh… was there a camera in the elevator?”
“It should be turned off for privacy reasons, but I will have Guy check with security to make sure.”
“Thank you. I wouldn’t want anyone to see us like that,” I murmur.
“Neither would I. I should dress for dinner. You look lovely like that, but would you like to stop on 5th Avenue for something else?”
“Oh, no. I’m alright,” I say, pulling off my jacket, revealing a day-to-evening ensemble that Ms. Davis at the Day School recommended I add to my wardrobe. I’ve added several over the six months.
“You are lovely,” he says, moving closer to me. His lips are on mine again. “I’ll just be a moment. There is a bar over there if you’d like a drink.”
