Page 94 of Hate You Up Close

“Elliot!” I scream as my pussy clenches around his tongue.

The intense pressure that’s been building up finally releases, washing over me like a wave crashing to the shore. Every muscle in my body tightens as my core spasms and contracts around Elliot’s tongue. My limbs shake as my fingers scratch and scrape against his scalp.

I’m a writhing mess. I never want this euphoria to end.

Minutes after my release, I begin to catch my breath as Elliot’s strokes turn lighter. He takes his time slowly cleaning me with his tongue, teeth, and lips. His mouth continues to worship me, lapping up all that I have to give him. My heart clenches at how soft he’s being, gently licking and kissing me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

He places one last kiss to my clit before standing to his feet.

When his hooded eyes meet mine, I almost come again from the sight of him. His mouth is wet and shiny from my juices, and his hair is tousled and messy from my fingers. A bead of sweat drops down his defined chest before disappearing beneath his shirt. His gaze clings to my naked body, red and flushed from a million bites and kisses. His eyes take in each of the marks he caused, growing darker and more feral by the second.

He looks primal…completely unhinged. The golden boy replaced by the beast.

I brought this out of him. I made him long control. And I fucking love that I did.

My gaze lowers to find his dick pushing against the zipper of his slacks. To be honest, it looks painful. Just when I’m about to lean up and set him free, Elliot brings his hand to the prominent bulge.

He groans, never breaking eye contact with me as he strokes himself over his pants. Using one hand, he pops the button of his slacks and lowers the zipper. Not wasting a second, he pushes his pants and boxers down past his hips, freeing his massive cock.

God, this man isblessed.

His heavy dick bobs against his shirt, the tip almost reaching his lower abdomen. It’s long, thick, and throbbing with need. The strong vein running up the center pulses, leading straight to the swollen, purplish tip. His dick looks angry, like if it doesn't get its way in the next two seconds, it might actually explode. He wraps his long fingers around the shaft, giving his velvety skin a few slow but firm tugs.

Who needs porn you have this? This shit will live in my head rent-free for the rest of my waking days.

The erotic show he’s putting on for me has my core flooding with need, already dying for another orgasm. I need to feel him inside of me more than I’ve ever needed anything else. And this may be the last time I get him like this. I don’t care about the consequences or the regret I’ll feel after.

I just need him.

“Elliot,” I whimper, my brows pinched together with need as I watch him stroke his mouth-watering cock. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, shaking his head. “Don’t say that to me. Not right now.”

“Why?” I breathe out.

“No…Condom,” he stammers, jacking himself harder like he needs to finish before he loses all control and fucks me bare.

Since when does Elliot Thompson not carry around condoms with him?

I would've thought that he would have had a whole stash in his suitcase. I guess I’m happy that he doesn't though. I wouldmuch rather him be here with me than with another woman. In fact, I don’t ever want him to touch another woman. Ever again.

Jesus Christ, Roxanne. Stop living in la-la land. He’s your boss.

“Touch yourself,” Elliot pants, bringing me back to reality. “Put your fingers on your clit and come with me, Rox.”

Rox. There’s that nickname again, paired with dirty talk. Kill me now. I can’t take much more of this demanding, beautiful man.

Like a good employee, I do as he says.

I lower my hand to my pussy, sliding two of my fingers through my wetness before swirling them around my over-sensitive clit. My hips jerk and my mouth opens in an O shape when I find Elliot gazing down at me while I rub myself. His eyes are filled with gold flames, threatening to burn down this entire hotel.

“So hot, baby,” he praises, his hand blurring as he pumps himself faster. “Such a good fucking girl.”

His thighs tighten as his mushroom tip swells and turns crimson as pre-cum oozes from the slit. His eyes bounce between my flushed face and my hand as he keeps working himself. Like me, he can’t decide where to look. He doesn't want to miss a second.

As I continue to massage myself, I bring my free hand to my chest and pinch my pointed nipple. That’s when he lets go completely.

“Fuckkkk,” he exhales, throwing his head back as hot, thick ropes of cum spray against my belly and chest. My legs shake with exhaustion as I come with him, my insides quivering and clenching for the second time tonight. I wonder if he hasn't had sex in a while by the way he’s painting me with his cum. I swear it’s never-ending. I never want it to end.