away. “ Tell me you fucking want me, Jules,” I growled, yanking her hips to mine, pressing my hard-ass dick against her crotch.
Her eyes scanned from my lips to my eyes, back to my lips, and then to the wall behind me.
I nodded, fisting the short strands of her honey-blonde hair. “You shouldn’t play so hard to fucking get. It just makes me want to fuck you harder when I finally get my hands on you.”
With that comment, her lips locked over mine and a whimper flowed from her mouth to mine.
Adrenaline crashed over me and every last inch of my skin heated with that raw, caveman-like need to dominate her, to own her and make her mine.
Rubbing my hands roughly over her body, I groped her breasts then slid my hand underneath her shirt and quickly ripped it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Jules fought to tear my shirt over my head, and I allowed my mouth to break away from hers for the split second it took to get the material over my face.
Before I had a chance to reach for her jeans, she was already fumbling with the button and shoving them down to her ankles. I tore the button loose from my jeans, tugged the condom from my pocket, and then yanked my pants down, freeing my swollen dick. I tore the edge of the foil and Jules ripped it from me, completely shredding the wrapper trying to get the condom out.
She placed it on the tip and with one swift roll of her hand put it on. As soon as she let me go, my dick found its way to the heat between her legs.
Her nails scratched down my neck and over my chest. I swiped my hand underneath her panties, that silky wetness coating my fingertip, and every piece of me went weak. Just that single brush caused her knees to buckle a little, and her fingers dug into my flesh.
Placing my lips a breath away from her ear, I growled, “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Her hold on me relaxed and she tried to turn her face so she could look at me, but I used my hand to force her head back. Tracing my tongue over the edge of her earlobe, I laughed, breathing hot pants into her ear.
I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her body growing tense under my hold. “How long did you want to deny this shit right here, huh, sweetheart? How long?” I pushed her panties to the side and rubbed the tip of my dick over her slickness. I heard her swallow, then I whispered, “It’s a fucking shame you’ve made me use all those other girls when all I’ve really wanted is you.”
My hands found their way to her shoulders, pulling her down on me as I pushed into her. My head went weightless at the feel of her; the incredible warmth and tight feel of her surrounding me, of her giving herself over to me. I fucking loved the way that felt. That was priceless.
One hard thrust and her head flew back as I filled every last inch of her. I kept pushing until I found the end of her, and then I gave one final shove for good measure, and with that small movement I was rewarded with a deep, very satisfied, almost drunken moan.
I bit down on my lip, widening my stance as far as I could with my jeans bunched around the top of my boots. Slowly, I pulled out—almost completely—and glared at her. I forced eye contact as I sadistically slipped my way back into her body.
I was inside her , and it was fucking erotic as shit. Each breath she pulled in was deep, hard, and needy. At that moment she no longer owned her body, I did. She needed the release that only I could give her; she was desperate for it.
She shook her foot furiously, trying to free her leg from her jeans. Reaching down, I jerked her knee up, the leg of her pants falling to the floor as I shoved her leg to the side. I slammed her against the wall, and the elevator swayed from the force of the movement. It tapped the sides of the shaft, and Jules’ eyes pulsed open.
The corners of my lips drew up in a deep grin. I slammed into her again, her body knocking against the wall, and in turn the elevator swayed harder, this time banging
Her eyes scanned from my lips to my eyes, back to my lips, and then to the wall behind me.
I nodded, fisting the short strands of her honey-blonde hair. “You shouldn’t play so hard to fucking get. It just makes me want to fuck you harder when I finally get my hands on you.”
With that comment, her lips locked over mine and a whimper flowed from her mouth to mine.
Adrenaline crashed over me and every last inch of my skin heated with that raw, caveman-like need to dominate her, to own her and make her mine.
Rubbing my hands roughly over her body, I groped her breasts then slid my hand underneath her shirt and quickly ripped it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Jules fought to tear my shirt over my head, and I allowed my mouth to break away from hers for the split second it took to get the material over my face.
Before I had a chance to reach for her jeans, she was already fumbling with the button and shoving them down to her ankles. I tore the button loose from my jeans, tugged the condom from my pocket, and then yanked my pants down, freeing my swollen dick. I tore the edge of the foil and Jules ripped it from me, completely shredding the wrapper trying to get the condom out.
She placed it on the tip and with one swift roll of her hand put it on. As soon as she let me go, my dick found its way to the heat between her legs.
Her nails scratched down my neck and over my chest. I swiped my hand underneath her panties, that silky wetness coating my fingertip, and every piece of me went weak. Just that single brush caused her knees to buckle a little, and her fingers dug into my flesh.
Placing my lips a breath away from her ear, I growled, “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Her hold on me relaxed and she tried to turn her face so she could look at me, but I used my hand to force her head back. Tracing my tongue over the edge of her earlobe, I laughed, breathing hot pants into her ear.
I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her body growing tense under my hold. “How long did you want to deny this shit right here, huh, sweetheart? How long?” I pushed her panties to the side and rubbed the tip of my dick over her slickness. I heard her swallow, then I whispered, “It’s a fucking shame you’ve made me use all those other girls when all I’ve really wanted is you.”
My hands found their way to her shoulders, pulling her down on me as I pushed into her. My head went weightless at the feel of her; the incredible warmth and tight feel of her surrounding me, of her giving herself over to me. I fucking loved the way that felt. That was priceless.
One hard thrust and her head flew back as I filled every last inch of her. I kept pushing until I found the end of her, and then I gave one final shove for good measure, and with that small movement I was rewarded with a deep, very satisfied, almost drunken moan.
I bit down on my lip, widening my stance as far as I could with my jeans bunched around the top of my boots. Slowly, I pulled out—almost completely—and glared at her. I forced eye contact as I sadistically slipped my way back into her body.
I was inside her , and it was fucking erotic as shit. Each breath she pulled in was deep, hard, and needy. At that moment she no longer owned her body, I did. She needed the release that only I could give her; she was desperate for it.
She shook her foot furiously, trying to free her leg from her jeans. Reaching down, I jerked her knee up, the leg of her pants falling to the floor as I shoved her leg to the side. I slammed her against the wall, and the elevator swayed from the force of the movement. It tapped the sides of the shaft, and Jules’ eyes pulsed open.
The corners of my lips drew up in a deep grin. I slammed into her again, her body knocking against the wall, and in turn the elevator swayed harder, this time banging
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