shirt hanging down in front of her. She couldn't see what was happening underneath but she could feel every touch. His hands pushed her shaking thighs apart and his mouth pressed hungrily to her pouting, wet pussy. Lindsay writhed and arched her back in ecstasy, bewildered at the scream his bold actions had raked out of her throat.
"Oh sweet Jesus, Dale… no…" The elevator was still moving, thank God, but for how long until those doors opened.
He was drinking deeply from her, savoring her, burying his tongue deep inside her to flail and cajole her struggling clit. She realized with a kind of panic that she was ready to blow and there was nothing she could do about it. The bastard was making her come already and it blew her mind. With some of her boyfriend's she had never even climaxed once, let alone being cornered into orgasm in under thirty seconds within a moving elevator.
Her moaning was beyond outrageous now. Dale had her hips locked down with his strong hands, making her pussy an open door to whatever his cunning and greedy tongue wanted to do. She had no choice in the matter and screamed out his name as the near painful orgasm ripped through her body and left her senseless, disoriented.
The elevator came to a halt.
Lindsay watched herself in the mirrors, sliding down the wall and then wrapping her arms around the her man's shoulders. Their lips met and she tasted herself for the first time. She was still fresh on his mouth and he was still voraciously hungry for everything her.
"Lindsay." He gasped, finally breaking his silence. "I don’t know what's going to happen now, but you've got to trust me that I can make everything good for you. For us. And for Nena as well."
"I trust you." She said. "Take anything you want from me. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm yours now. All yours."
He felt his cock stiffen to adamantine hardness. Hearing, feeling and tasting her come against the elevator wall had been almost too much for him. Hearing her submit to him, at last, after all these months and all of her resistance was nearly the straw to push him over the edge.
Nearly. He was Dale Hargrave after all and he wasn't finished with his woman yet. He could still hold on a little longer.
"Yes." He hissed. "You're mine now you dirty little bitch."
She was his dirty little bitch. The words sent yet another blast of hot lust through the haze of her afterglow and it was clear that she would need more than just a tongue to satisfy her fully.
Dale hefted her up from the floor with her pants still around her ankles. His rock hard cock bent and twisted painfully down against his thigh inside his tight pants. The wild gropes and passes Lindsay had made at the thing in his limo had given him a hard on to remember for the rest of his life, but after her delicious orgasm it was now to the point where there could be permanent physical damage if the beast wasn't given what it wanted soon.
He prodded the button to open the elevator doors and carried his woman over the threshold. Lindsay looked around confused. They weren't in a hallway but in a ridiculously, over the top, luxurious suite.
"Private elevator." He grunted as he marched through the elegance and opulence towards the bedroom. He had tricked her and it had worked. There had never been the remotest possibility of them being either observed or caught.
He set her down roughly on the bed. Every breath, every step was making it harder for him to stay in control.
"Lie down and stay put." He ordered her with the sexiest, no nonsense tone she had ever heard. It was playtime alright, but he sure as hell meant business. The gloves had come off and they would soon be followed by everything else.
He leaned over and jerked her shoes, jeans and pants off her ankles.
"It's payback time." he said as he pulled off his jacket and tie. He began to undo his pants but Lindsay came quickly to her knees on the bed. She wasn't going to lie back and just take it no matter what he