Billionaires Runaway Bride

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Molly

We decided on sex before the meal, which was a much better choice than what I’d planned on doing. Alfie took my hand and held it tightly as we got out of the car and made our way to the elevator. The minute it closed, he pressed me up against the back wall and ground against me, his voice low and filled with masculine dominance.

“God, you turn me on, Mol.” He licked up the side of my neck as he squeezed my hips. “Let’s just have a quickie and then dinner. After that, I have a lovely garden tub I want to get you into.”

“I want it all.” I held him closely and kissed his face and neck, and he leaned in for a hot probing kiss.

The sound of someone gasping caused him to pull away from me. My face burned with embarrassment as several elderly couples walked on, the women looking quite appalled. The older men were chuckling like they totally understood the situation. Either way, I was mortified.

The door opened on our floor, and Alfie took my hand and led me to our room. “You okay?” he asked as he worked on the door.

“Yeah.” I brushed my hands down the front of my dress. “I just always feel bad about getting caught in things.”

“You make out with guys in the elevator often?” He laughed and opened the door.

“No.” I shook my head and walked in, losing my breath. The place was magnificent, enormous, way too much. The floor to ceiling windows ran around the entire room, and the New York skyline lit up the view. I was in awe as I walked toward the window nearest me. “Wow. This is incredible.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d like it.” He moved in behind me, pressing his strong chest to my back as he cupped my breasts and leaned down to kiss at the soft skin just beneath my ear. “I want you so much more than I can ever remember wanting anyone else.”

“Then take me.” I rubbed my ass against his erection and pressed my hands to the window. “Hard and fast. We’ll slow down later tonight.”

“You got it, love. Anything you want.” He tugged my skirt up over my hips, leaving my lacy red panties on display. “Fuck, Molly. These are beautiful.”

I watched his reflection in the mirror as he moved to his knees and dragged them down my thighs. “Good. I had hoped you might like them.”

“I love them.” He pressed a hand into the middle of my back. “Lean over a little, baby.”

I did as he said and moaned loudly as he ran his tongue through my folds, sucking and licking as I pressed my forehead against the glass. The moment was almost too much. The pressure of orgasm building in my stomach and the view just beyond the thick glass sang of the same beautiful release.

He gripped my ass and worked my pussy until I clenched and cried out in ecstasy. He didn’t stop licking at my slit until I pulled away from him and pressed myself against the glass.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He stood and pulled a condom from his pocket. “You want me from behind or what, lass?”

“Please?” I slid my hands up the glass and wagged my ass at him, feeling like a siren in the deep of the ocean. It was silly, and I was beyond turned on namely because there was love mixed into the lust, but it was what it was. I was drowning in it, and I was glad for it.

“Molly. You don’t have to say please. Not ever.” He ran his hands over my ass and locked eyes with me in my reflection. “I’d give you the world if I knew that’s what you wanted.”

“I only want you.” I pressed back as he probed my entrance with the thick head of his cock.

“Then you have me.” He pressed in, and we both groaned in tandem, the pressure of him spreading me open almost too much. He slipped his hand into my hair and gripped it tightly as he used his hold on my hip to fuck me deep and fast, pushing both of us over the edge into orgasm much faster than I’d ever experienced.

“So good,” I whimpered and pressed myself against the glass, his cock still trapped inside of me.

He flattened himself against me and kissed the side of my face softly as he nestled my neck. “I’ll spend some time worshipping every inch of you later tonight. Let’s get cleaned up and make our dinner reservation. You’re going to love this place.”

“Okay.” I let out a sigh of relief when he pulled back and walked to the bathroom. Was he like this with all of the women he slept with?

I couldn’t force myself to believe it. I had to be special. Different. Unique.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, I walked out to find him talking with a bellman at the door. They were delivering my bag.

I let out a soft laugh. “Shit. I hadn’t even realized we didn’t have it with us.”

“No bother, love.” He moved the bag to the side and extended his hand to me. “Come on. I’m starving and need more stamina for later. My lover likes it a little rough.”

I have him a look and popped his sexy butt as I moved out into the hallway. “Is that what I am? Your lover?”