Brittney Vs. Banker

He'd done the dumb thing and gotten himself thrown in jail for me but he bounced back just fine. I would not be so fortunate had I fallen on the sword of his trespassing and covered up for him.

"Kaden Charles, you don't realize how lucky you are," I tell him, tilting my chin up. The truth is I have to avoid letting my eyes drop to that massive erection brutalizing his trousers. Then I won't be able to hold back.

"Well," Kaden says. He tucks a finger under my chin. "I guess that makes it my turn to be grateful," he purrs, leaning close enough to finish his words with his lips grazing my earlobe. Oh, fuck, his lips on my ear. Then he slides his tongue out. Oh god! I am two seconds away from shifting my panties to the side and tearing down his zipper just slide him home inside my pussy. I'm so wet with arousal that I can smell my pussy in the car. If I can smell it, I'm guessing the scent has carried to Kaden's nose, too. He has to know how wet I am for him.

When we fucked in his office, he certainly wasn't holding back. But knowing that as the car stops now, we've arrived at his home...that means that he's got me in his domain now. There's something thrilling in that. My nipples are piercing my bra in anticipation.

"We have to get the penthouse before I upset the rest of the building by fucking you in the elevator," Kaden growls in a low voice. He sounds almost dangerous and it runs a chill down my spine that settles in my stomach, disseminating into lust that twists need in my stomach.

"Oh, yeah, that would be a shame," I say. There's not snark here. I have truly forgiven him for his dumb moves earlier. My lips are trembling with desire.

He steps out of the car and he holds the door open for me.

I make sure to step quickly toward the building.

His hand rests on the small of my back.

Just that touch catches my breath in my throat, a trapped inhale as I still myself inside and find the calm to not crawl him like a squirrel searching a tree for the nuts.

He follows me into the elevator and Kaden's eyes are practically blazing. He looks like a hunter ready to go in for the kill. Isn't he, though? Those elevator doors close. Kaden leans past me to press the button for the penthouse, top floor. His arm grazes one of my nipples.

I exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding. The whole way walking toward the elevator I was trying to inhale and exhale in time with my footsteps. Now, standing still, the horniness inside of me is jumping up and down in me. Molten heat rolls to my core and I'm sucking in my lips. I have never wanted someone so much and not fucking Wonder Boy right in the elevator when I know he wants to pipe that killer cock up into me so badly? Shit, this is an uphill battle. My heartbeat gets ragged, my pussy is fluttering with my clit twitching. Just looking at that chiseled jawline makes my knees threaten to wobble.

"I can't wait to be buried so deep in your pussy, Brittney," Kaden says in such a serious voice it could be one a boss uses to fire someone. There's an almost harsh finality. Like, it isn't just a compliment. It is a statement of fact...and it shows how much he's holding back too.

Holding back the urge to say anything and focusing on my breathing, I say nothing. Do nothing.

The elevator doors open.

The temperature heats to an inferno and Kaden swoops me over his shoulder. With a penthouse like the one we're about to walk into, I am not surprised that he's not holding back anymore. He's carrying me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes! Okay, this is way sexier. But the way he carries me like I weigh nothing does something to my belly, like it fills it with butterflies. I'm curling my toes, and we're just now crossing the threshold.

Sexy penthouse, full of swagger and elegance. Very nice. I don't care right now, though. I tear off my clothes, watching him watching me.

Kaden's eyes follow my every move, a hungry look spreads over him as he stands at a long breakfast table, facing me as I stand outside his bedroom door. The way he's looking at me is so sensual. I don't know if anyone has ever looked at me like that before. Wanted me so much. It goes to my head and I don't take off my heels but start stalking towards him in nothing but the heels. I even took off my jewelry. But I had to leave the heels on. It just feels right. I walk toward him feeling more confident than I ever have, and I don't exactly suffer from low self-esteem. There's just the magic formula in that gonna eat me up look that makes me want to lay on a platter before him.

“This is it,” he tells me as he walks around the table. He stops right in front of me, fire in his eyes. I can almost see the flames of desire dancing there, tall and fierce and all consuming. Raising one arm, he brushes the back of his hand on my cheeks, and my heart starts to drum wildly as I feel his touch on me. “You know what happens now, don’t you?”

I say nothing and simply nod, adrenaline raging through my veins. I have a pretty good idea about what’s going to happen now, and I can’t wait for it.

“Say it,” he orders me, his voice barely a whisper. I run my tongue over my lips, trying to look for the words inside my mind. God, I can barely think straight right now.

“You’re going to fuck me,” I finally manage to say, and a pleased smile dawns on his lips.

“That’s right, Brittney, I’m going to fuck you… And I’m going to fuck you very hard,” he whispers, tangling his fingers in my hair and forcing my head back. I gasp as I feel the pressure of his fingers, a pleasant warmness under my skin. I’m already wet, my pussy aching to feel him; since that first moment when I put on that little show for him, during the audition, I’ve been wanting more of him. I mean, with a cock like that, how could I not want more?

Leaning in, he presses his mouth against the soft skin on my neck and I tremble, a shiver going up my spine as I feel his lips.

“You’re a really beautiful woman,” he says, his hands going to my breasts. Cupping them both at the same time, he squeezes gently, the warmness of his fingers spreading to my skin.

“I’m here now,” I mutter, aching to feel his lips on mine. Even though desire is burning deep inside of me, I still find myself frozen in place; there’s a certain hardness in his eyes, one that tells me that he’s the one in charge. I’ve been with dominant and powerful men, but I’ve never met anyone that could convey all his power and dominance with just one look. Until now, that is.

“Yes, you are… And there’s no going back from this.” Just like that, he leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I surrender to his kiss and part my lips, sliding my tongue inside his mouth almost at once. Our tongues dance around one another, and he places his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I go willingly, pressing my body against his as the wetness between my thighs continues to grow at an out of control pace.

Acting on impulse, I take my hand to between his legs and press it against his crotch. I start to kiss him wildly as I feel his desire pulsing against my fingers, his hard cock straining against his pants. I curl my fingers around his thick shape, grabbing him firmly, and that sets something off inside of him.

He pushes me back, and the moment my back touches the wall, he digs his fingers into my thighs and forces me to turn around. I gasp as I turn, placing both my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Moving fast, he slides one hand around my waist and presses his long fingers against my pussy. I exhale sharply as I feel the pressure, a warm sweetness coating my nerve endings as I jut my ass back and press it against his crotch. His cock between my ass cheeks, I start to grind against him, stroking him over the fabric of his clothes using just my ass.

“Not an ounce of patience in you,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. He presses harder on my pussy, a violent electric thunder climbing up my spine, and I let out a subtle moan. I start to grind against him as if there is no humanity left inside of me; right now, I’m a feral animal guided by base instincts. And I just love it.