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His kiss is feral. Dominating. Passionate.

Unlike the kiss during the lap dance, fueled by lust and anger, this one contains his soul and his all-consuming love.

Everything I didn’t know I wanted, but everything I absolutely needed.

His lips tangle with mine as he drags his fingers to the back of my head, curling them against my wet strands. Steven opens his mouth wider, like he’s swallowing me whole, trying to get any piece of me inside him.

A moan escapes me as his tongue slips in, swiping and invading, obliterating all remaining rational thoughts, chasing away all remnants of fear.

My skin feels fevered, hot to the touch despite the chilly rain bathing us in an onslaught, but we don’t care.

We find our furnace in each other, two flint stones striking against each other, sparking a roaring fire.

His teeth nip at me as he tastes me and I let out a whimper, my hands curling around his neck and gripping his hair. My fingernails score his scalp and he hisses before diving deeper into the kiss, conquering my mouth like it’s the last armor to my heart.

“Liar,” he rasps against my parted lips, “I’ve never had the urge to kiss anyone until you, and now all I can think of is the taste of your lips, the sweetness, the drug.”

I let out a ragged breath. “S-Steven. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Not as much as I missed you.”

Steven dives in for another scorching kiss, sucking on my bottom lip like it’s the most precious delicacy. “Fuck, you taste delicious. You taste like mine.”

My breasts are swollen, my nipples beaded into sharp points, poking out from the white shirt dress plastered against my body and I rub them against him, the abrasiveness causing me to arch back in tortured pleasure.

“Yes,” I moan, “I need you.”

He growls as he slides his hands between us to cup my heavy tits, his fingers thumbing the erect buds. “All for me, huh? And you say you don’t feel anything for me?”

Sharp pinpricks of pleasure shoot straight to my core, and I can feel wetness seeping out from my lace panties.

Everything aches inside me, outside me. All my senses are heightened.

The pulsing in my ears thunder with the rain pelting on the ground.

This grip of his fingers moving to my butt feels like a brand.

The scrape of his teeth over my neck sends bursts of pleasure to my clit.

He hauls me up like I weigh nothing, and I curl my legs around his waist, my wet shirt dress plastered to my thighs.

His thick erection tunnels toward the waistline of his pants and, with each stride of his legs, it hits against my clit in a tortuous grind.

I grip him tighter against me, my body moving on its own, bobbing on top of him, rubbing my sensitive, achy nipples against his suit and shirt, gyrating my clit over the hard outline of his cock.

Steven growls under his breath as he picks up his pace.

I feel dozens of eyes staring at us, two dripping wet figures tangled in each other, halfway to having sex in public, but I couldn’t care less.

My mind barely registers how I’m supposed to be getting ready for my shift, and how due to the no fraternization policy of The Orchid I’ll most likely lose my job after today.

Everything ceases to matter except for this man in front of me. The man who still makes me feel safe and adored, like I’m the center of his universe .

I nip at his neck, sucking the sensitive spot where his jawline meets his ears, and he hoists me higher against him, his arms lifting me up and down his body, continuing the tortuous onslaught of sensations building in my clit.

My cum leaks down my thighs and I can feel his dick getting harder, longer, if that’s at all possible. Before I know it, he backs me into an open elevator and presses a button.

“You’re so wet for me, darling. I can’t wait to see you fall apart on my cock.” He lets out a pained grunt as I gyrate my hips harder against him.

“Steven, I need you.” Another whimper.

He growls. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”

My core clenches and I can barely muster the strength for a nod.

“Fuck, you’re so greedy. You need my dick in your tight little hole, don’t you? You need me to fill you up and mark you up from the inside?”

His dirty words are like pouring gasoline into an inferno and the moan tearing out from my throat sounds like a soundtrack of an adult film.

“Answer me,” he grunts, pausing his movements as I try to move shamelessly against him, but his body weight pinning me against the wall of the elevator renders me immobile.

My eyes flutter open, my vision blurry with pleasure, finding his fevered gaze, a madness shining at me, ensnared on mine.

His lips are twisted in a half snarl, his panting breaths heavy on my face.

Sweat or raindrops bead on his face, his hair slicked back like a model coming out of the pool in a cologne commercial. A muscle tics on his forehead.

God, he’s so fucking breathtaking.

“Y-Yes,” I whisper, “I need you to fill me up with your big, hard cock, stretch it out and flood me with your cum. I want to feel you leaking out of me when I move.”

His eyes flare and darken impossibly more. The pools are pitch black and blazing with hunger. “Fuck yes, my dirty girl. God, you were made for me.”

He slams his lips back onto mine as our bodies move again in an erratic rhythm, humping each other through our sodden clothes.

I briefly register the ding of the elevator and the doors opening.

Steven carries me toward a destination that could be heaven or hell; I don’t care as long as he’s there with me.

Another beep and he steps into a dark room. I bury my face into his neck and inhale greedy gulps of seaborne breeze and worn leather as his palms grip my ass cheeks beneath my dress, his fingers digging into my tender flesh as he spreads them, and the cold air rushes in like a shock to the system.

I’m delirious with pleasure, with lust, with want. I barely hear him murmuring something to another man, who disappears like a ghost.

Steven slips his index finger underneath my panties and swipes from my clit to the puckered hole in the back as he strides past the darkened hallways. “You’re so wet and ready for me, darling. So fucking ready for me.”

Seconds later he slides me onto the ground and my legs wobble, my feet finding purchase on a soft carpet. My vision clears enough to realize I’m standing in the middle of his bedroom in what must be his private suite at The Orchid. A small lamp is turned on, illuminating the room in a dim glow.

“You’re fucking intoxicating. All of you.”

I take in his dark eyes, finding his attentions lasered on my face, then to my chest and my pussy, and I realize my dress is translucent, baring every dip and every curve to him, my nipples puckered and ready for his touch.

Slowly, holding my gaze to his, I unbutton my shirt dress, and slide off the fabric, which was abrasive to my skin, watching his eyes grow molten as he takes in my wet, heaving breasts, my hard nipples, my glistening body.

“Keep the panties on,” he commands as he strides closer, shedding his clothes along the way.

My breath lodges in my throat as I take in the smooth expanse of golden skin, every muscle and ridge defined, the perfect carving of his Adonis belt, and a dark smattering of hair leading to —

Oh fuck.

Steven drops his pants and takes out his raging erection, which is curved toward his stomach.

It’s thick, with veins traveling up the sides and my mouth salivates, wanting to trace them with my tongue.

The tip is dark red, almost purple, and wetness coats the mushroom head.

It looks angry, furious even. His balls are heavy between his legs, and he grimaces as he gives his cock a nice hard tug.

More wetness seeps through my panties as I walk backward until my legs hit the bed. Our heavy breaths fill the air, an erotic soundtrack to what we’re about to do. He prowls toward me like a predator.

Hungry. Intense. Desperate.

He pushes me onto the bed as he stands in front of me so I’m eye level with his raging cock.

“Suck it. It’s upset with you for vanishing.”

Steven grabs the back of my head and pushes my face toward the angry tip, and I let out a mewl before opening my lips and drawing his turgid length in.

Inch by inch.

He hisses. “Yes, darling, take your reward. This cock is yours. Oh, my fucking God.”

His legs tremble as I dive onto his length, eagerly swallowing as much as I can handle, my tongue swirling around his salty flesh.

It tastes masculine, delicious, just like the rest of him.

My hands cup his heavy balls and tug gently, earning another tortured groan from those beautiful lips as my tongue swirls around the tip, tasting the pre-cum smeared all over the top.

Steven fists my hair and maneuvers my head in a rhythmic motion, guiding me into a quickening rhythm. My throat gags as his cock hits the back and I breathe through my nose and swallow, letting more inches tunnel down my throat.

“Shiiiiit.” He pants as he moves me quicker against his groin, the sound of my sucking and gagging joining his heavy breathing .

With one free hand, I grab at my breast, pinching my swollen nipple as I quicken my pace and feel him harden some more. Then I slide my fingers under my panties and touch the hard, wet nub, feeling the juices gush out of me.

“You don’t get to come until I say you can,” he growls as he pulls me off him and tosses me back on the bed like I’m a rag doll to be used for his disposal.

His eyes are wild. Untamed.

The shackles I saw binding his body before completely shatter. Instead of the coiled, unaffected businessman who is as cold as ice, the man in front of me is a vanquisher, a predator about to tear into his prey.