Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
A quick coil of heat and shock gripped her and she flushed. "N-no."
"No to the elevator or no to the fucking?"
"No to the elevator."
"But your boyfriend hasn't ever been fucked in an elevator before, sweetheart," he continued in third person, "and he'd really like it now." He pushed the button to stop the private lift on its decent and gripped her by the waist.
He turned her and pushed her against the wall. "How--how is this going to prove you trust me?" she managed to ask as her heart began to hammer and her legs began to tremble.
"Oh, it won't. That will come a bit later. First, you get to prove something to me." He pushed his torso against hers and adjusted his pants and freed his erection. Natalie swallowed. It was large and hard and jutted against her.
She licked her lips and breathed deeply as she watched him in semi-shock as he rolled on a condom. "What do I need to prove?" she asked shakily.
He pushed her cotton shorts and panties down her legs and wrapped his hands around the soft flesh of her butt, lifting her and spreading her open to him. She could feel the head of his penis pushing against her, getting ready to push inside of her and she flooded with heat. His fingers bit into her flesh, just short of pain as he held himself at the precipice. He answered her through gritted teeth, "You get to prove that you'll let me fuck you whenever I want, however I want, as much as I want. You admit that you want this, you want me, just the way I am." He pushed an inch inside and his voice became even more gravelly. "You prove that you can handle me, the way I am, and that you're not scared of me. I don't want you scared of me, Natalie. But I can't change how I am. I don't want to have to worry every two seconds that you're going to get scared and run. You belong to me and you need to prove it now by giving yourself to me, all of you."
He hung at her entrance, waiting. Waiting for her to answer him, and Natalie knew this was yet another point in their relationship that they were crossing. He was going to trust her to be his if she could prove to him that she was his, that she wanted to be his, completely. Her eyes glazed over as she felt the wet heat he always induced within her body sliding down and easing his way. She was conscious enough to know she still needed to give him an answer. Give him the only answer she could. "Yes."
He slammed inside her and held himself within her while he shoved his head against hers, demanding her mouth without words. Natalie gave it to him, and his tongue plunged inside, and he began kissing her as if his very life depended on it.
Her hands ran up and into his hair and she kissed him back. Their lips clung and their tongues swirled together as he began taking short, stabbing strokes, his hips banging against hers. Her mind began to shut down as he began hitting that place inside of her that she couldn't resist. He pummeled her, and she twisted her head away, needing oxygen as she began to come.
"Come, baby. Come on my cock," he demanded in a harsh, gravelly voice.
She couldn't fight it and she heard a sharp, keening sound and only barely realized that it came from her throat. Her body stiffened as pleasure consumed her. She felt him take three more strokes, and then he was coming with her.
His head sank down beside hers, and they took large, gasping breaths, trying to recover. They came down slowly, and he lifted away from her, and dropped her back to her feet. As he disposed of the soiled condom, wrapping it in a tissue and shoving it into his pocket, she knew he'd had every detail of the encounter planned. It didn't make her angry, it was just an aspect of his character that she was beginning to know very well. He was the consummate planner.
She adjusted her clothing with hands that trembled and leaned back against the elevator wall in silence as she waited for his next move.
He observed her quietly as well and finally, the silence became too much for Natalie and she had to break it. "How'd I do?" she asked softly, attempting a light-hearted effect she was far from feeling.
A glimmer came over his eyes that she couldn't interpret and his words when he spoke sounded sarcastic to her. "Excellent, sweetheart."
Confusion attacked her. "Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad at you? You haven't done anything wrong, have you?"
"Not that I know of."