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She sashays out of the room in her shimmery pink skirt with silver fringe. She’s not wearing a top, and I suspect she isn’t wearing anything under the skirt.
She takes my hand and leads me to a back stairwell where she presses a keycard against a small back box once we arrive at the top. When the door opens, there are three armed guards, and she shows her badge.
They barely glance at her badge but instead look at me and say, “Good evening, Mr. DeLuca.”
I nod and walk past them until we get to the elevators at the end of the hall. Once inside, she prepares to swipe her badge again, but I push her hand aside. I press my hand to the metal square above the black box and then press the sixth floor, the top floor, and the only floor that no one can access except for my brothers, me, and the club manager.
Five rooms on that floor work out perfectly because this building is shaped like a pentagon.
No sooner than the elevator starts moving, I push the stop button on the elevator stopping us somewhere between the first and second floors. Unzipping my pants, I say, “Drop to your knees.”
She does as I ask and licks her lips as I whip out my dick.
“It’s pretty, Mr. DeLuca.”
“Baby, my dick is a lot of shit but pretty ain’t one of them. It’s long, it’s hard, it’s strong, and it’ll fuck your muthafuckin’ brains out. My dick is capable of murdering a bitch,” I sneer. “But it ain’t pretty,” I finish.
“Murder me,” she pleads.
I laugh and grab the back of her head and shove my shit into her mouth, forcing it towards the back of her throat.
Slob drips from her mouth down my shit as she gags and struggles to fit me properly inside of her mouth. My fingers tighten in her hair as I jerk her head backward. Through gritted teeth, I say, “Suck my shit until my fucking eyes pop out of my head! Suck my shit like it’s the last dick you’ll ever suck!”
She groans and reaches her hand out to cup my balls, caressing and squeezing them before she pulls free of my grip, dips her head, and sucks my balls. Her slob drips down my thighs before she pops her head back up and takes me down her throat again.
The elevator begins to move, and she looks at me with wide eyes.
“What the fuck?” I push the stop button, and she returns to what she’s doing.
Her head bobs back and forth expertly as she sucks me down, playing with my nuts. Just as I start fucking her mouth fast, the elevator moves again.
“Muthafucka!” I grumble.
I push the stop button once more, look at her, and say, “Don’t fucking stop sucking unless I tell you to. I don’t give a fuck if the elevator falls and we’re about to die in this bitch. You suck my shit until my nut is all over your face and down your muthafuckin’ throat! You got that?”
She nods because she’s eager to please me and keeps sucking me off. The elevator starts again, and my hands knot into fists in her hair as I pump her mouth furiously. The heat from her mouth and the intensity with which she’s sucking me lets me know that she’s trying to make me cum soon.
When I’m done, I’ll bend her over and fuck the shit out of her until she’s begging for her daily job to be my fuck bunny. She’s got a pretty, tight little ass on her that I can’t wait to slip inside of.
I nut on her face and down her throat just as the elevator reaches my floor. The doors open to a well-lit lobby area at the top of the pentagon. White couches and chairs are arranged in sitting groups and there’s a bar at one end. The club manager, Michael, runs up to me.
“Oh sorry, sir,” he says as I slip my dick into my pants and the woman wipes nut off her face. He discreetly passes her a napkin and then turns his back to us.
“Michael, it’s okay.”
He nods and smiles at me. “Mr. DeLuca, I didn’t realize that was you coming up with a guest. I thought the elevator was getting stuck and kept using my pass key to force it to move again.”
“It’s fine,” I grumble again.
“Mr. DeLuca, we have the best beverages in your suite tonight or would you care for something from our well-stocked bar?” he asks, pointing to the station manned by a bartender.
“No, thanks,” I grumble.
“I’ve carefully curated your entertainment tonight according to your tastes. Your guests are ready for you,” he says, turning and pointing to two beautiful women sitting in chairs beside the bar.
I slowly take them in. There’s a raven-haired woman whose skin is so pale I can see her blue veins. Although she looks delicate, she’s beautiful. The other woman is a red-headed, shapely Asian woman whose seductive glance and posturing make me know I’m in for a treat tonight.
Yet, I’m not in the mood for some strange reason. I look at the glass wall surrounding us and walk to it, looking down through the tinted windows into the club.
