voice.
“I need to take you upstairs right now.”
~
We had no regard for the elevator cameras. Clinging to Abram’s neck, I moaned in his ear, his hand under my skirt and his fingers thrusting inside me, forcing every raspy cry from my lips.
Though we made it to the penthouse, we only got as far as the living room. I gasped as Abram managed to undo what took me twenty minutes to get into, yanking my skirt down and ripping the top off my breasts. Bending me over the back of the couch, he spread my legs, making me feel so deliciously vulnerable as the cold air hit my pussy. I curled my fingers against the leather as I panted, feeling Abram’s hot gaze raking the length of my wetness. I could hear his heavy breathing, his eyes devouring my sex as he took out his cock. But my legs were shocked stiff when I felt sudden a warm breath on my folds. I realized what it was just as I felt Abram’s tongue slide inside me.
“Oh God , ” I gasped, folding over the couch as he tunneled in and out of me. I stretched to my tippy toes, pushing the heel of my palm into the seat as he groaned deliciously against my sex, sending a hot vibration down my legs. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, pressing my knees into the back of the couch, gripping the edge of the cushion as he trailed his tongue down to circle my clit. I could hear him ripping open a condom as he continued his delicious onslaught on my sensitive pearl. “Abram, please!” I whined when he suddenly stopped.
But after a second of tantalizing pause, I felt the smooth, pulsing head of his cock, so torturously slow as it eased into my pussy. I moaned, immediately clenching around him. “Yes,” Abram groaned leaned onto me. “So fucking good, Isla… so fucking good.” Grabbing hold of my hips, he plunged every inch of himself inside me, his pace so immediately furious that it seized my breath. When I could speak again, his name poured with sheer pleasure from my mouth. He rumbled at the sound. “Again,” his whisper sliced through the thick air. “Say my name.” He slammed me hard against him. I screamed his name. He did it again. It spilled from my lips.
Abram rumbled with satisfaction as he stood me straight, pulling me up against his chest and kissing the back of my neck while pumping deep inside me. One hand kneading my breast, the other slid between my thighs, teasing my clit and launching me into sensory overload. My mouth fell open. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, shivering at the sensation of his tongue in my ear. I was at his mercy now, every part of my body in his ruthless possession.
“Fuck, just let me stay here. Just let this fucking be it,” he exhaled, pain and pleasure dripping from his every word. I moaned, my hand clasping over his, his grip on my breast squeezing tight as I got close.
“I’m coming,” I gasped.
“That’s all I need,” he panted in my ear, thrusting hard into my pussy, rubbing faster against my clit. “That’s all I fucking need, Isla.”
“ Abram – ”
He growled. “Do it for me.”
I pitched forward as I came, Abram groaning as he held me tight against the base of his cock. My walls pulsed around his shaft, so hot and hard that he growled to the ceiling before laying me on the couch and sinking into me again, his blue eyes gazing deep into mine. I saw the pleasure twisting his face with every rhythmic plunge inside me. I let out a soft moan. Limp, breathless under him, I was still struck with one more need. “I want you to come on me, Abram,” I pleaded, reveling in the flash of surprise in his eye before he clenched his jaw and pulled out, his abs clenching as he squeezed off the condom and exploded on my stomach, hissing my name as the final pumps spurted hot onto my breasts.
chapter eighteen
The reality of how long we’d been gone sunk in as the elevator beeped down from the penthouse. Guilt hit me. We hadn’t
“I need to take you upstairs right now.”
~
We had no regard for the elevator cameras. Clinging to Abram’s neck, I moaned in his ear, his hand under my skirt and his fingers thrusting inside me, forcing every raspy cry from my lips.
Though we made it to the penthouse, we only got as far as the living room. I gasped as Abram managed to undo what took me twenty minutes to get into, yanking my skirt down and ripping the top off my breasts. Bending me over the back of the couch, he spread my legs, making me feel so deliciously vulnerable as the cold air hit my pussy. I curled my fingers against the leather as I panted, feeling Abram’s hot gaze raking the length of my wetness. I could hear his heavy breathing, his eyes devouring my sex as he took out his cock. But my legs were shocked stiff when I felt sudden a warm breath on my folds. I realized what it was just as I felt Abram’s tongue slide inside me.
“Oh God , ” I gasped, folding over the couch as he tunneled in and out of me. I stretched to my tippy toes, pushing the heel of my palm into the seat as he groaned deliciously against my sex, sending a hot vibration down my legs. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, pressing my knees into the back of the couch, gripping the edge of the cushion as he trailed his tongue down to circle my clit. I could hear him ripping open a condom as he continued his delicious onslaught on my sensitive pearl. “Abram, please!” I whined when he suddenly stopped.
But after a second of tantalizing pause, I felt the smooth, pulsing head of his cock, so torturously slow as it eased into my pussy. I moaned, immediately clenching around him. “Yes,” Abram groaned leaned onto me. “So fucking good, Isla… so fucking good.” Grabbing hold of my hips, he plunged every inch of himself inside me, his pace so immediately furious that it seized my breath. When I could speak again, his name poured with sheer pleasure from my mouth. He rumbled at the sound. “Again,” his whisper sliced through the thick air. “Say my name.” He slammed me hard against him. I screamed his name. He did it again. It spilled from my lips.
Abram rumbled with satisfaction as he stood me straight, pulling me up against his chest and kissing the back of my neck while pumping deep inside me. One hand kneading my breast, the other slid between my thighs, teasing my clit and launching me into sensory overload. My mouth fell open. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, shivering at the sensation of his tongue in my ear. I was at his mercy now, every part of my body in his ruthless possession.
“Fuck, just let me stay here. Just let this fucking be it,” he exhaled, pain and pleasure dripping from his every word. I moaned, my hand clasping over his, his grip on my breast squeezing tight as I got close.
“I’m coming,” I gasped.
“That’s all I need,” he panted in my ear, thrusting hard into my pussy, rubbing faster against my clit. “That’s all I fucking need, Isla.”
“ Abram – ”
He growled. “Do it for me.”
I pitched forward as I came, Abram groaning as he held me tight against the base of his cock. My walls pulsed around his shaft, so hot and hard that he growled to the ceiling before laying me on the couch and sinking into me again, his blue eyes gazing deep into mine. I saw the pleasure twisting his face with every rhythmic plunge inside me. I let out a soft moan. Limp, breathless under him, I was still struck with one more need. “I want you to come on me, Abram,” I pleaded, reveling in the flash of surprise in his eye before he clenched his jaw and pulled out, his abs clenching as he squeezed off the condom and exploded on my stomach, hissing my name as the final pumps spurted hot onto my breasts.
chapter eighteen
The reality of how long we’d been gone sunk in as the elevator beeped down from the penthouse. Guilt hit me. We hadn’t
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