Sinner(230)

“I own the building,” I growl, before turning back, grabbing her by the wrists, and pushing her firmly back against the glass. My lips are barely touching hers, and I hear her moan ever so softly. “Now lift up your fucking dress.”

I drop one of her arms, and she reaches down without hesitation and grabs the hem of her skirt. She’s pulling it up, and I can feel my cock throb as her clearly wet thong panties come into view. I slide my hand between her thighs, drawing it up until my fingers brush against her heat, and I grin wickedly as she shivers and moans again for me.

“Hudson…” She’s whimpering as I stroke her wetness through her panties, teasing her and relishing the feel of her hips pushing back against my fingers. “Please…”

Holy fuck, hearing her beg like that is one the hottest things I’ve ever heard, and it’s taking my all not to pull my cock out and fuck her right here in the elevator.

“Tell me what you want,” I growl into her ear as I push her panties aside and roll my thumb over her clit.

She moans wildly and bucks her hips towards me. “Please, Hudson!”

“Not until you tell me what you want.” I whisper deeply into her ear, feeling her shudder against me.

“Hudson, please.”

She’s desperate, I can hear it in her voice as I lean in close and suck her earlobe between my lips. “Tell me, Reagan.”

“I want you,” she moans out breathily.

“What do you want, exactly.” I snarl into her ear, feeling her shiver against me.

“I want your cock!” She gasps, and it sounds so fucking hot coming from her proper little mouth.

“Where?” I growl, rolling my thumb over and around her clit in lazy, teasing circles.

“Inside me! I want your cock in my pussy!”

I groan, feeling my dick throbbing almost painfully against my zipper, but I’m not ready to give in and give her what she wants; not quite yet.

“The other day, when I walked in on you in the shower,” her face reddens and I can feel her get wetter. “You were thinking about me, weren’t you.”

She whimpers, but she shuts her eyes tight and shakes her head side to side.

“Reagan-”

I curl a finger up against her opening and began to tease it inside, and she caves with a shuddering moan. “Yes! Oh God, yes! I was!”

I reach back and slam the button again, and the elevator immediately begins to rise again.

“And what were you doing, Reagan?” I husk into her ear, feeling her hands clutching at my shoulders and my biceps as I push her back against the glass elevator wall with her skirt around her waist and my hand in her panties. One of her legs wraps around my waist, and she pulls me tight against her. She shakes her head and she whimpers into my shoulder as I slowly tease her, my fingers curling through her wetness and making her rock against my hand.

“Tell me,” I command, and she moans loudly.

“Fuck! I was playing with myself! I was playing with my pussy!”

The elevator door dings behind us as the doors open into my Penthouse, and she shrieks as I whirl her bodily around and throw us both to the floor inside.

We’re on the ground, ripping at clothes and moaning into each other’s mouths. Needing each other like something primal and animalistic. I literally tear her skirt in two up the seam as I rip it off of her, not stopping until I’ve popped every button on the side of it as she yanks my pants down.

And then I’m rolling a condom on and I’m inside her, and it’s like pouring gasoline on the fire.

Holy fuck.

Cute, innocent little Reagan - smiling, friendly, baby kissing, hand-shaking girl next door Reagan Archer does not want it gentle, and we are not making love there on the floor of my penthouse.

We fuck like animals. Her legs wrapped tight around my waist as she claws at my back hard enough to draw blood. She gasps as I pull her head back by her hair, and I suck and bite at her neck hard enough to make sure her stylist will have a fucking heart attack the next day.

She moves onto her knees, looking at me with pure lust over her shoulder as she reaches back to scratch my chest or grab my thigh, urging me on harder and faster, until I see white light and can’t even hold out any longer. She screams out her release, and as my mind goes numb, I forget anything and everything about the world and life as I come inside of her.

We’re panting and sweaty on the floor, as she lazily raises her head from my chest and looks at me with a grin. “Now what?”

“Now what, what?”

She giggles, and the sound is fucking magical. “Now that you’ve got me here in your lair and torn all my clothes to shreds?”

I reach down and grab her ass, feeling my cock stirring already. “I guess we’ll just have to stay here then, so I can keep you naked.”