I’d never been fucked like this, never even thought it could feel this fucking good.
“Oh...Oh god...” I shut my eyes and moaned as one of his hands skimmed up my stomach and to my breasts—harshly pinching my nipples.
“You’re so tight...” he breathed against my skin. “So fucking tight...” His cock continued sliding in and out of me, hitting spots I never knew existed, and as I moaned again, he slowly released my left hand.
“Touch your clit.” He bit my ear, grabbing my wrist once more and moving my hand to my pussy.
I pressed my finger against my clit, feeling how sensitive and swollen it was, but I froze. As if he was upset that I wasn’t following instructions, he pressed his own finger against it—torturing me, as he sensuously rubbed it in circles.
My breath caught in my throat as my legs began to go weak, as the strokes from his cock became too much to handle. I was screaming, on the verge of coming, and he suddenly pulled out of me and pulled me down to the floor.
My bare back burned as my body slid against the carpet, as he entered me again and wrapped my legs around his waist. The feeling of him in this position was too intense, too much.
“Jake...” I begged as his eyes locked onto mine. “Jake...”
“Yes?”
“I...I’m about to...”
A cocky smile came to his lips, but his fingers dug into my skin and he sped up his rhythm. His mouth covered my hardened nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth—pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
My hands fisted handfuls of his hair and I couldn’t resist any longer. My legs convulsed and I screamed, coming harder than I ever had in my life.
Jake pumped into me a few more times, cursing as he found his own release.
I lay back on the carpet—his cock still deep inside of me, his mouth inches away from my lips. I struggled to catch my breath, as he rubbed his hands against my chest.
He whispered something I couldn’t understand, and then he slowly pulled out of me and stood up to throw away the condom.
I tried to stand, but the muscles in my legs were too weak.
Sighing, I shut my eyes and felt him wiping a warm cloth between my legs minutes later. I murmured, “Thank you,” and tried to get up again, but he placed him hand against my stomach—pinning me still.
Then he buried his head between my legs and sucked my clit into his mouth. Without saying another word, he slipped two fingers inside of me and ran his tongue up and down my pussy. Toying with my pleasure, he brought me close to a second orgasm repeatedly—his warm mouth pulling away each time I got close, his fingers pushing deeper each time I cried out.
I writhed beneath his dominant touch, begged for him to slow down, but he only went faster. As he sucked my clit between his lips again, my hips jerked against the floor and I screamed louder than ever, coming even harder the second time.
He caressed my legs as I came down from my high, but he continued to blow torturous, wet kisses between my thighs. Then I lost count. One mind-shattering orgasm blended with the next, and I lost my voice. My muscles wouldn't still, my entire body convulsed again and again.
“Gillian?” he asked when I’d finally stopped shaking.
“Yes?” I didn’t even attempt to stand up. I simply looked up at the clock above the bookcase, gasping when I saw what time it was. Four in the morning.
He fucked me for three hours?
“Are you okay?”
I blinked, unsure of what to say. I was still recovering from bliss. By the time I finally came to, I looked up and found him staring at me.
“Thank you,” he said, a smile in his eyes.
“For fucking you?”
“No.” He slipped his arm behind my back and helped me to my feet. “For the windows and the mail. The latter was actually quite convenient.”
“You’re welcome.”
He led me back into the living room where he’d placed my blue overnight bag and strawberry shampoo onto the coffee table.
“Is there anything else you have hidden here?”
I shook my head.
“Are you sure?” He tilted my chin up with his fingertips. “Because I’ll be making sure you’re never able to get inside of here again.”
“I’m sure.”
His fingers left my skin and I felt disconnected.
“Where do you actually live?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, grabbing my things. “I’ll have my roommate pick me up.”
“That’s not why I was asking.” He prevented me from walking to the front door and led me down a hall and to what appeared to be a closet.
Taking a key out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and I realized it was a small elevator.
“I had this installed years before your housekeeping company was contracted to work here,” he said, pulling me inside.
“So, why don’t you ever leave this open so you won’t have to use the public elevator?”
“It’s only operable from the inside.” He hit the only button on the pad. “And since my unit isn’t rented like the others, I didn’t want strangers being able to access my apartment from below. Although, it seems like I encountered that problem anyway.”
I blushed and the doors glided shut. He stared at me as the car descended down, making me yearn for his touch all over again.
“I have a question,” I said. “How did you know I wasn’t really a pilot?”
“Simple.” He smiled. “Any real pilot would’ve jumped at the chance to talk about flying. I wouldn’t have had to ask you anything beyond commercial or private. You would’ve waxed poetic for at least five minutes.”