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S arah

I rub Boyd’s cock through his pants and feel him getting harder.

I can’t resist sinking to my knees and tugging on his zipper.

“Can’t wait until we get back to the room, huh?” he asks, a smirk teasing his lips as he looks down at me.

“No,” I say, biting my bottom lip. “I missed you too much.”

Boyd reaches out to hit the button to stop the elevator. It comes to a grinding halt. I hastily unbuckle his belt, unfasten his pants, and pull them down, along with his boxers. His enormous, hard cock slaps me across the face when I free it from his boxers.

I grin and start kissing his shaft, starting along the bottom near his balls and working my way to the swollen head.

The first time I took Boyd into my mouth, it was a challenge.

It’s easier this time, because I know what to expect, and I carefully plan for the way the flesh engorges when I tease it with my tongue.

“I’ve missed you too,” he groans, his dick getting harder as I pull him deeper into my mouth and coat his length with saliva. “But as much as I love your mouth, I want something else more.”

Boyd tangles my hair around his fist and pulls me back to my feet.

The intensity in his stare reflects a hunger my mouth could never satisfy.

He pushes me against the wall of the elevator and starts kissing my neck, one hand moving my head so he can have easier access to my quickening pulse while his other roams my body.

“Boyd…” I whimper when his hand digs into the waistband of my jeans and unfastens them.

Boyd undresses me while his lips tease my skin and heat radiates through my core.

Arousal pools between my legs before he strips off my damp panties.

As soon as I’m naked, both of his hands move to my ass.

He lifts me, pushes me back against the wall, and guides his cock to my entrance.

I’m so wet he easily slides inside me, making me gasp as the fullness makes me feel complete again.

“This is what you’ve missed, isn’t it?” he murmurs into my ear, driving his length into me.

“Yes, yes,” I pant, feeling the pressure already building. “But I missed you, too. I was worried about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he rasps, picking up speed and driving his dick into my g-spot. “I’ll always come back to you. You’re mine, Sarah. That means I’m yours, too.”

I hold onto his shoulders while he slams me into the wall with quick, bone-rattling thrusts. I gasp and groan with pleasure. I didn’t expect him to take me right here in this elevator, but it feels so good I don’t care if I’m being driven into the wall each time he goes deep.

“Don’t stop,” I cry into his ear, digging my nails into his shoulders. “It feels so fucking good!”

“You can’t even take an elevator ride without begging for my cock, can you?” he growls.

“No,” I gasp again, feeling the pressure get tight in my core for a moment before it releases and turns into a beautiful orgasm. “Oh, fuck!”

The euphoria courses through my veins as Boyd makes me come on his thick cock. I can tell he’s far from done, and as soon as the first orgasm fades, a second one tears through me.

“You didn’t ask permission to come,” he scolds sarcastically, squeezing my ass. “Looks like you need your ass spanked again.”

I’m completely at his mercy, just like I am every time he takes me. Boyd pulls out, turns me around and presses my face to the wall. I barely manage a whimper before the slaps begin stinging my ass. I take several before my hips involuntarily twitch away from his hand.

“Ow,” I whimper. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“Let’s see if a good, hard spanking will help you remember,” he says, his hand coming harder and faster.

Despite the stinging pain, my body reacts to the spanking.

I get wetter each time the crack of his hand echoes a split second before the fire spreads across my reddening cheeks.

I twist on my toes as fresh arousal drips from my folds.

Boyd’s hand stays clamped on the back of my neck, holding me against the wall so I can’t do much more than squirm while he punishes me.

“You’ll learn,” he says, finally stopping the spanking and squeezing my spanked flesh. “Or you’ll go to bed with a red ass every night.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper again, grinding my ass against his hand. “Please. I need you now more than ever.”

“I can tell,” he smirks, moving his hand between my legs and rubbing my wetness. “This tight pussy needs to be fucked hard, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I mewl. “And I need permission to come, because I won’t last long.”

“All you had to do was ask,” he says, guiding his cock back to my entrance and pushing into me.

“Oh, sweet mercy!” I squeal, feeling the orgasm building before the thrusts even begin.

Boyd drives his cock into me relentlessly once the orgasm begins, like he wants to make me come as many times as possible now that I’ve asked for permission. The pleasure makes me forget all about the spanking, but the sting still lingers, and only seems to heighten my arousal.

My eyes water and my vision blurs. The elevator fills with the scent of our lust. I’m so wet it’s not only running down my thighs, but there’s a spot on the carpet beneath my spread legs. Boyd’s thick erection slams into me while the orgasms chain together into euphoric bliss.

“Feel that?” he grinds out. “You’re about to make me come so fucking hard!”

“Yes! Yes!” I scream. “Boyd!”

His hardness plunges deep inside me and pulsates against my g-spot. I erupt with yet another orgasm and Boyd meets it with a rush of his hot, sticky seed. My walls tremble and spasm on his length while he pulsates into me.

“As soon as we get back to the room, you’re mine again,” he growls, slapping my ass before pulling out.

My face is flushed red. I’m trembling from the number of orgasms. I nearly stumble when I put on my shoes, but Boyd holds me steady. After we’re dressed, he smudges the spot on the carpet until it’s mostly unrecognizable and hits the button to let the elevator continue to my floor.

As soon as the doors open, he pushes me forward, but keeps a grip on my arm.

I don’t think either of us will be getting much sleep tonight.

Boyd claims my body again and again once we return to the room. Thankfully, he doesn’t break the only bed left standing. I fall asleep in his arms, but he doesn’t seem to sleep. I wake up when he shifts and moves, but he urges me to go back to sleep each time.

When I finally open my eyes to the sun peeking through the Las Vegas skyline, Boyd is still holding me, but he’s finally dozed off. His phone is in his limp hand. I don’t know how long it will be before a message disturbs us, so I nuzzle close to his neck to enjoy as much time with him as I can.

The message comes as soon as I get comfortable. Boyd jolts awake and stares at the screen for a moment before pushing me away.

“I have to go,” he mumbles.

“Already?” I groan. “But you barely slept.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, hastily getting dressed. “The defense contractor is ready to meet with us. No real danger, but this isn’t exactly legal, so Dante wants my crew there.”

“Hopefully you get enough gas sensors to spread them around to all the families that could be targeted,” I say, reaching for my vape and my laptop before rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

“We’ll see,” he rumbles. “We’ll take whatever they can spare. I got a message during the night that they just filled an order for the military, so we may not get as many as we hoped we would.”

Boyd approaches the bed, and I look up at him. I don’t want him to go, but he has to. Because I’m helping the Dirty Vegas Mafia catch the Mafia Prince Killer. I’ve never felt so out of my element while being exactly where I want to be.

Well, almost.

His lips find mine and then I’m right where I want to be. Close to him. Feeling his arms pull me closer. Moaning into his kiss and moving my hips toward him, begging him to undress and climb back in bed with me.

“It won’t take long,” I mewl, sounding so needy it makes me tremble with confusion. I’m never like this. “Just stay a few minutes.”

“I can’t,” Boyd sighs, pulling away from me and trailing his fingers down my arm before letting go. “But once we catch this motherfucker? I’ll be able to spend all of my time with you. You’ll be tired of me in a week.”

“Never,” I laugh, jumping toward him and making him catch me so I can get one more kiss.

I stand by the bed and watch him go. I sink into the mattress and open my laptop.

My podcasts are doing great. I should be doing cartwheels right now.

The ad revenue is already good, and I’ve got some bigger sponsors in my inbox.

Some of the ones who abandoned me after my podcast’s popularity didn’t last.

“Work… right…” I sigh, taking a hit from my vape. “It’s been so long I forgot this is actually a job sometimes.”

My boss will be expecting me back at the restaurant in a few days. I hate to quit over the phone, but I’m not leaving Las Vegas until they catch him. I may not even leave after that. Not if I truly belong to Boyd. I’m certainly acting like I do.

I dial the number and tense up when my boss answers the phone. “Hey, Mrs. Talbot…”

It’s not a fun conversation. There’s some yelling on her end, and I take the brunt of it because I deserve it.

She’s been extremely generous with my schedule, especially when I run off to Las Vegas on a whim.

I apologize profusely and promise to find someone to cover until they find a replacement.

That eases her tone, and we end the call more pleasantly than it began.

Then I have to make good on that promise. I go through my contacts and stop when I get to Vicky’s name. I hit the button to call her, because this is too much for a text.

“Vicky! Hey, didn’t you post on Facebook yesterday that you were looking for a second job?” I chirp, keeping my tone pleasant. “You used to work as a waitress in high school, right? At your uncle’s bar…”

“Yeah, girl. Waitress, bartender, whatever,” she replies. “Did that for two years.”

“How would you feel about waiting tables again?” I continue. “There’s a spot at the diner where I work. Actually, it’s my spot, and I told them I’d find someone to cover… but if you cover, they’ll probably just hire you to replace me.”

“Oh! Um, yeah!” she says, excitement radiating through the phone. “When should I start?”

A few text messages later, I’ve passed Vicky off to my boss, and she’s officially got my job.

I get a really nice thank you message from Mrs. Talbot.

At least the bridge isn’t burned, if things don’t work out.

Not that I was going to be at the restaurant much longer, anyway.

My mom made it pretty clear the clock is ticking.

I turn my attention back to my podcast. I know where I went wrong last time. My podcast was red hot and popular, but I didn’t know how to keep the momentum going. I burned through the interesting stuff too quickly, rather than baiting my listeners.

It’ll be different this time. I know what my audience likes, and they’ll listen to an entire episode just to hear one thing they haven’t heard anywhere else. I won’t mess up like I did last time. Sure, I won’t keep all the listeners. That’s not realistic. I just need enough to keep the sponsors.

“Alright, I don’t have anything interesting to share, but I can hop on and do a recap,” I say, reaching for my air pods. “Another thing I didn’t do well last time. Content is still content, when the podcast has a lot of attention. When it doesn’t—might as well talk to the ether.”

But really, I’m just distracting myself.

Because if I’m not doing something, I’ll just lie in the bed, thinking about Boyd.