Page 44

He’s leaning back on the door, his stance wide as his eyes travel up and down my body.

Thank God they keep the stairways heated, but even if they didn’t, I’d be feeling the heat from his stare.

He rubs his finger over his lips, and I track the movement like it’s a lifeline, getting so lost in it that I drop my cover.

Oops.

“Now you’ve done it.”

He pushes off the door and stalks toward me. I grin and stand still. Why would I run when I have him exactly where I want him?

He grabs my ponytail and pulls it taut. “You think you won?”

I try to nod, but he pulls even tighter. And I swear it’s a direct link to my pussy, making me wetter than I already was. If that’s even possible.

“Oh, baby girl, we’re just getting started.”

“Yes, please.”

I watch his eyes dilate at my words, and my breath hitches. I can feel the animal being released from that one look.

“Run.”

“Wh—what?” I stumble over my words.

“Run. If you make it to the second level, you pick the position. But if I catch you….” He lets the possibilities of the unknown fill the air, and I shiver at the opportunities.

He lets go of my hair, and I don’t fall for him counting down. I kick off my shoes and dash up the steps .

I don’t even get midway up the first flight before my leg is grabbed and pulled out from under me. I reach out to brace myself before I crash onto the floor, but an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back just before I do.

“You’re mine now.”

I snap at him with my teeth, and he pushes me down. I place my hands in front of my face so I lie on them, but I still feel the grit under my palms. He’s quick with his hands, unzipping and unsnapping my pants faster than I can think, and then he’s pulling them down.

I rear up, trying to buck him off me, but he puts his hands between my legs that are still too close together and glides a finger right into me.

I stop all protest at his treatment of me and moan at the feel of him. He pumps into me twice, and it’s nice, but I want more. I need more. I need to feel like I’m being split in two. His fingers aren’t doing it for me, not like I want. Not like I crave.

“More.” I push back into him and move my ass along the massive anaconda I feel beneath his jeans.

“While I do like to hear you beg, you’re not nearly ready for me. And I promised myself last time that I wasn’t going to skip all the parts like I did the first time.”

I raise my head and look back at him, confused. “What parts? Dick inserted into vagina is the whole thing. And trust me, we didn’t skip that.”

He chuckles as he pushes my shoulders back down, forcing my head down, but I still look at him with it turned.

“If it was only you at this party, we’d do it your way. But it’s my way. I caught you. I get to play with you. And right now, I want to taste you.”

He pulls his hand away, then grabs both ass cheeks and pushes me up in the air before nose-diving into me, licking me clean.

I squeal and don’t even care if anyone can hear.

With one hand, he pushes my pants off, and I kick out of them easily.

He spreads me wide, and I feel his entire face between my legs.

I can’t see him at this angle, but God, do I feel him.

He eats me like I’m an ice cream cone dripping on a hot summer’s day.

Even bringing his tongue up past my vagina to the dark side, rimming my ass with the tip of his tongue before poking it in just a bit and then retreating.

I’m on the brink of coming, but I hold off. I want him in me when I do.

He must sense that I’m close, or that I’m about a second away from flipping him over and just riding him like I want. He pulls back and I hear the jingle of his belt, his zipper going down, and then finally feel his head at my entrance.

He grabs my ponytail and pulls back just as he dips his hips and enters me in a single thrust. No easing in like last time, and the scream that tears from my lips is half from shock.

“You didn’t think I’d go easy on you, did you?

” He licks my face like I did to him earlier, and I smile before twisting my head and taking his waiting lips.

The kiss is at an odd angle, but it works.

Not sure if it’s because we’re both kneeling on stairs or that he’s doing small thrusts in and out of me, never fully separated .

His hand wraps around my hair, pulling my lips off him, but only just. Parts of them are still touching his as I breathe through my mouth, breathing in his air as he shatters my world with each hip pop.

His other hand snakes down my body and pinches my clit, and it’s the catalyst that has me bucking into him over and over, taking over the movements for him as I ride out my release. And he just lets me, holding me to him so I don’t buck too hard and take him out.

As the wave dies down, I crumple onto the stairs and giggle.

“Something funny, woman?”

I shake my head as I keep my forehead on the stairs, but then giggle again.

“I’m willing to wait,” he says, then does this magic thing as he moves his dick inside me, and I let out a low groan when he does it again. I never knew they could do that, and I fucking love it.

“Tell me, baby girl.” He leans in, kissing my shoulder as if he didn’t just fuck me on the cold-ass stairs.

“You keep fucking me from behind. I have half a mind to think you don’t like me, but not with that monster still thick inside me.”

He laughs with me and then does the worst thing possible. He pulls out.

I sit up and turn. My face is right at eye level for a dick that’s both scary big and beautiful to look at as it glistens with my release.

“Who says we’re done? Open wide.”