He let her breast go then kissed a path up to her ear.
“This stall has a camera. The security men can see you, Simone. Does that make you hot?”
Yes, goddamn her, it did.
Simone pressed against him wanting more.
She liked the thought of people watching. Of knowing they were watching her being taken and getting turned on by it. Simone pressed closer wanting more. He pushed his cock against her core. She knew her juice would leave a wet patch on his pants.
All too soon he pulled away, putting the dress back in place. Seconds later the door pinged open. There was a couple waiting to get on the elevator. Callum bent down picking up her purse and coat. He took her hand, acknowledging the couple then made his way into the room at the end of the hall.
Simone stood by his side, her whole body in need of release. He was building her up and wasn’t giving her the orgasm she craved. How was she going to last?
“Come in to my place, at least for a few weeks.” He opened the door. She didn’t like the fact he looked unaffected by their encounter. The only tell-tale sign was the bulge in his pants. She couldn’t wait to get a look at him.
He placed her coat and purse on the table next to her door.
“Business or pleasure,” she asked.
“Both.” He threw the key card down on the tray then pulled her into his arms. “I don’t want to waste a moment.” Callum grabbed her hand pressing her against the wall. She sank her fingers into his hair as he once again took her lips.
Simone moaned when he pushed the dress to the floor exposing her. The bra she wore was removed next. She stood before him naked except for the pair of heels she wore. His hands were all over her body.
Unable to think, her fingers shook as she began to open the buttons of his shirt. Her hands were all over the place. Giving up she tore the shirt open revealing his hard muscled chest. Simone couldn’t get over how much bigger he was than every other man she knew.
Was he some special super hero or something? Maybe she’d wake up from a cruel dream to discover herself riding a pillow. God, she hoped not.
She wanted to be fucked hard, fast, and finally leave his room sated.
His shirt fell to the floor. Next she tore at the belt. Callum pushed her hands out of the way and grabbed a condom from close by. She watched as he pulled his cock out of his open zipper, put the condom in place then he lifted her up in his arms.
Before she had chance to protest, he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance and thrust home.
She screamed from the glorious width of him. He was large and thick, scraping along her inner walls. Callum forged his way inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He pulled out then rammed his length back inside her. She whimpered holding onto him. The strength in his muscles held her against the wall as he fucked her.
“Your cunt is so wet,” he said.
“Do you like talking?” she asked.
“Yes.”
He didn’t ask if she liked him talking. Callum was unlike any man she knew. Who was he? “This is just the beginning, babe. When I’ve come inside you, I’m going to lick every inch of your body.”
She cried out when he swivelled his hips hitting each wall inside her.
“Then you’re going to go on your knees and suck my cock until I come down your throat.”
Again, she moaned at the visual he created.
Simone held on when his thrusts grew stronger. He held her hips then pounded inside her. She gazed down their bodies to see his slick prick glide inside her pussy.
“Do you like to watch?” he asked.
She nodded her head unable to look away. “You’re in for a real treat,” he said, taking her lips in a searing kiss.
Callum pushed against her. The press of his flesh touched her clit, rubbing her as he fucked her at the same time. “Give me those lips,” he said.
She kissed as he fucked her hard against the wall. Her back hit the hard panes of wood. She didn’t care.
He fucked her hard, and her clit pulsed. Callum was building the orgasm inside her with each of his thrusts and rubs. She couldn’t think.
One moment she was being fucked against a wall, and in the next she heard his growl and was catapulted into bliss.
****
Callum watched her come apart. There was nothing rehearsed or fake in the way she gave herself over to the pleasure. She looked so fucking hot. His cock pulsed inside the condom. He could already feel himself getting ready for round two.
She took some deep breaths then opened her eyes.
He felt a little sad when he didn’t see any other reaction than satiety. She cupped his cheek then pressed her lips to his ear. “Is that all you’ve got?” she asked.
Smiling, he let her down gently. She still wore those killer heels.