The Infamous Ellen James(50)
My hips jerk involuntarily, and I'm whimpering into his neck as Trent sucks me hard into his mouth and proceeds to drive himself in and out of me at a feverish pace.
A devastating pace.
A pace that has me screaming his name. He quiets me by bringing his lips back to mine and nipping my lip with his teeth. I roughly suck his tongue into my mouth at the same rhythm that his shaft is moving in and out of my sex. I'm so wet, so pleasurably wet. My arousal is dripping down his balls as he continues to slam into me, his sac smacking against my ass.
The sound of skin against skin fills the small space. The scents of Trent and me, sex, and sweat fill my nose as I try to breathe in deeply. I'm trying like hell to hold back my impending orgasm, to prolong this intoxicating moment. My climax is so close; I'm nearly falling over that bliss-filled abyss toward that beautiful moment when your orgasm takes control. The moment when you're shuddering and trembling and you can't form coherent thought. When your eyes roll back and your lips part as screams of desire escape your throat.
I can feel the delightful tingles starting from deep within and working upwards toward my spine. I clench tightly around Trent and he brings his eyes to mine, looking deep, so deep, like he's claiming my soul with just one look.
He owns me. He fucking owns me.
"You fucking own me. God, I'm so close, Trent. I don't want to come yet," I rasp with desire.
"You're mine. Don't hold back, Ellie. Come for me. Let me feel that sweet pussy clench around my cock and your cum dripping down my thighs. Let me hear you, baby," Trent says into my lips.
My eyes involuntarily close as my head falls back against the elevator wall.
"Open. Keep them open. Let me see you. Let me see how beautiful you look when I'm making you come."
I open my eyes and stare into Trent's as my orgasm washes over me. My lips are parted, breasts heaving up and down, as I pant through each euphoric wave of passion that rolls through me. Trent's eyes are locked on mine as he fills me deeper and deeper, pushing my orgasm past the brink of control, urging my mouth to scream out his name.
"Trent! Yes!" I'm yelling out incomprehensible things as Trent slides his thumb down my stomach and starts to rub smooth circles around my clit. He crashes his lips to mine as he prolongs my climax with each thrust, each soft circle on my clit, and each lick of his tongue inside my mouth.
Whatever I imagined sex with Trent would be like for the first time is not even close to the kind of un-fucking-believable type of experience he is giving me right now. I have never been ravaged and fucked so perfectly by any man before, and yet, somehow, Trent manages to do this while still making love to me. Because that is what Trent Hamilton is doing to me right now. He is fucking and making love to me.
Fucking making love to me. Making fucking love to me.
You get the idea.
Trent stills inside of me and he is still hard as steel. He has yet to come and slowly sets me down on my feet and adjusts my skirt before tucking his still-hard cock into his pants. I'm looking at him curiously as he gets the elevator to start moving again and we reach his floor.
"Don't look at me like that, sweetheart. We've got a long night ahead of us. A long night that includes us naked and my cock, buried deep inside of you for hours.” Trent looks at me seductively before wrapping his arm around my waist, leading me out of the elevator and toward his apartment.
I can't help but giggle a little at the giant tent he has on display. I could use his cock for a coat rack right now.
"You think this is funny?" He glances down at his crotch before opening his apartment door with his keys.
"I'm finding your situation extremely funny. I think I could hang my purse from that thing."
And with that, I attempt to dangle my purse from Trent's ever-apparent erection. He laughs a little as he steps back from me before swiftly spanking my ass.
"Hey!" I yelp. The sting of his hand on my ass has my vagina already dripping with need. My snatch is nearly creaming herself at the thought of Trent's hard cock thrusting vigorously. My inner sex-goddess does a little happy dance of excitement because she knows that tonight… It's fucking on.
"Get that sexy ass naked and lying spread-eagle on my bed. I'm starving and I know just what's on the menu." He winks at me before spanking my ass again, and I pick up the pace to his room. I'm good at following orders, especially when my pussy is on the to-be-eaten menu.
And tonight, my pussy is the appetizer, entree, and dessert.
Chapter Twenty
“When you say 'Let's christen the kitchen,' my only response will be, 'Where shall we start? Appliances?Counter tops? The kitchen table?'”
My eyelids flutter at the feel of warm sunlight across my face. I feel someone let out a sigh of contentment next to me as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. I inwardly beam as memories of last night flash through my mind. Trent and I spent hours getting acquainted with each other. He turned me inside out with the most incredible sex I've ever experienced. His mouth and tongue found their way to every single part of my lust-filled body, and he showed me that he is not only skilled in the OR. Trent Hamilton's mouth has the ability to bring me to several orgasms in record time. I'm not sure how he acquired his mad oral skills, but I should probably send a thank-you card to someone, because seriously, Trent Hamilton is incredible. And as far as the sex goes, he deserves a lifetime supply of blow jobs for the dicking he gave me last night.