“If I remember correctly, you happen to like my snake, don’t you, prinţesă?” I push my body against hers, feeling her nipples budding below my chest. Taking her hand, I place it over my flaccid cock. Though, it doesn’t stay flaccid for long. The warmth of her palm stirs the blood within me, causing it to rise, to come alive, craving her sweet nectar.
“Actually, I like it better when you keep your mouth shut.” She sneers, giving me exactly what I need to know.
Dropping down to my knees, I push aside the high slit on her long, cherry colored dress. Pulling her panties down, I place my lips over her clit, sucking the soft button inside my mouth. “Fuck, Stefan. We’re in public.”
Does she think I give a damn? Whenever these doors open they’ll see a woman being pleasured beyond compare.
Darting my tongue out, I dive between her soft lips, missing the floral essence of her pussy. She’s naturally sweet, like fresh, raw honey. My mouth begins to salivate even more before I’m slurping at her like a kitten on milk.
“Oh!” She arches her back, shoving her hip further against my face.
Fuck it.
Bringing my right hand up, I shove three fingers inside her tight heat while my mouth goes to work on her. She clamps down on my fingers. Her sweet cunt begging for more. Oh how I want to let her know how her body betrays her, telling me what she’s truly craving. But I won’t. Not until I can look straight into her eyes. Not until I can see the confirmation on her fucking glorious face.
Intensifying my speed, I pump my fingers inside her. They glisten with her essence, growing wetter and wetter. Until I rip them from her and wrap my tongue around my wet fingers. Fuck, she’s delectable.
She glances up at the elevator, “We have fifteen more floors to go before we’re at the roof. If you’re going to fuck me, do it now.”
I scoff, unbuckling my pants and pull out my raging hard cock in record time. I flip her around, pull up her dress and get a good look at her bountiful ass. Sticking my middle finger of my left hand into her rear, I ram my cock inside her and hold on, loving the way both of her tight holes clamp onto me.
“Wow, your pussy is begging for my cock, isn’t it? Have you missed me, baby?” I snicker as she grabs onto the bars on the wall.
Fuck this, I don’t want her pussy. I want her ass. Taking my cock out, I line it at her other hole and force myself in while moving my finger out. She releases a loud moan, quivering underneath me. I ram, grunt, and fuck her ass like she’s my little slut, because she is.
Bianca Petran is my prinţesă, my slut, and my love, even if she doesn’t realize it. Her mind, body, and soul react to me in a way they won’t with any other man.
My balls tighten and I sense my load shooting through my shaft, so I dart my hand around her and strum her clit like a pick on a guitar, certain she’ll be releasing at the same time I do. Euphoria strikes through me and Bianca’s quivering grows until she’s moaning my name over and over again, her metal rings clinking against the bar of the elevator.
I pull my cock out of her ass and shove it back in my pants, situating myself while she fixes herself up. The elevator doors open just in time and thankfully we’re both decent. We step out together, immediately heading toward the bathrooms to freshen up before we meet the Steele brothers. “Wait for me here when you’re done,” I tell her, catching a smile pull at her lips while she pushes the ladies room door open.
I came here to meet with the Steele brothers, but I also came here to remind her who I am, and why we’re so fucking good together. I only hope she realizes it too.
“Thank you for meeting with us on such short notice, Christian.” I say to the youngest of the Steeles, who was actually the only one who showed up here tonight.
Bianca sits beside me while Christian is across the table from us.
“I appreciated the call. All of my meetings have been stuffy and boring, helping Logan decide who we’ll invest money in here. So many new makeup lines, fashion stores. It’s . . . god it’s awful. Now I know why he sent me,” He says with a laugh, taking a sip at the red wine in front of him.
“I can only imagine. Now, shall we cut to business?” Bianca asks, sounding so authoritative and dominant. It’s hot, causing my cock to twitch a bit.
Christian smiles, “Yes, of course. I’ve heard about some troubles, or at least I’ve caught wind of some.”
Bianca nods, “I’m sure you have. Allow me to fill in the blanks.”
Christian waves a hand, urging her to go on.
“One of our own was attacked in his home a few short weeks ago. His wife and children being subject to it. We have little information on the attackers, or who was behind it . . . but what we do know is it was personal. With the way it was done, this was meant to send a message. Considering we now do business with you, I’m hoping you have connections with those who might be able to alert us of any new players on the field. People who might not think highly of us, or maybe who seem a bit shady.”
Christian remains quiet, thinking for a few moments. “There are a couple I’m not exactly fans of. This one guy placed an order with us one time, gave me the creeps the entire time. Seemed Eastern European, had tattoos, dark hair. He didn’t seem like our typical kind of clientele. Then again, I suppose we don’t have a
