“Turn off the cameras; I’ll push the call button when I need the elevator moving again.” My tone comes out as a deep command, and I direct my gaze at the blinking red light until it stops flashing.
“Done. Take your time, sir,” Jack says just before he disconnects.
“Already going to hell, might as well enjoy the time I have left. Fuck, Iris.” I growl through gritted teeth as I drop my jacket and reach into my trouser pocket. When I feel her silky underwear, I wrap my fist around them as my other hand unzips my pants, reaching to pull out my throbbing, heavy, rigid cock.
She drives me crazy, an enchantress without realizing how desperate I’ve become for her. I swear her scent lingers in here. She stood a few feet away from me yesterday, dressed all in white like an angel. I’d give anything to have her here with me now.
Honey and vanilla fill my senses as I inhale deeply, realizing I really am smelling her from her underwear. I sniff her panties; a groan escapes my mouth before I can stop it. I bring my fist back down to wrap around my cock, stroking slowly enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck, Pet. You don’t know what you do to me, but you will soon.” I growl out loud, gritting my teeth as pleasure races downmy spine at the second upward slow stroke, squeezing the head of my cock and feeling it throb just for her.
I envision her on her knees, her pink lips perfectly matched to the shade of her parted pussy lips, her hot breath gently blowing across the tight skin of my cock. The image seems so real; the feel of her silk panties gliding over me with each pump could be as smooth as her mouth as I feed her inch by inch of my cock between her wet, parted lips. Her cloudy green eyes gaze up at me for approval, eager to hear me groan and praise her for being such a good girl for me.
Only me.
My hand slides over my cock faster, unable to stop even if I wanted to, which I don’t. I lean over and spit on my pulsing dick, slamming my hand against the metal wall as I feel a fucking tingle at the base of my spine.
“My good girl. My only girl.” My fist pumps faster, harder, twisting over the head of my cock and smearing drops of pre-cum over the crotch of her panties.
“Please, Romeo. Make me yours. Mark me. Paint me, rub your cum into my skin so everyone knows who I belong to.” She presses her lips against my cock, swirling her tongue around the tip and moaning as she tastes the cum that leaks out with each greedy swipe.
“And who do you belong to?” My voice comes out deep, possessive, and jealous.
She had better have the right answer because I’ll go on a murdering streak at just the thought of another man’s name coming out between those lush lips.
“Romeo,” she moans, slipping her open mouth over me, taking my cock deep down into her throat while stretching her tongue wide to lick on the underside of the throbbing vein.
“That’s right. You only want my cum. Here it comes, pet.” I warn her, flexing my hips to drive my cock deeper down herthroat until I hear her gagging. She’s trying to swallow around me as she chokes on my cock, but she just ends up squeezing me tighter.
My vision blurs, my fantasy taking me over the edge as I squeeze my fist tightly around the tip, holding her panties over it to paint it in ropes of cum. Five pumps later, my legs are fucking weak as I breathe heavily and lean back against the wall.
Fucking hell.
That was a strong, messy one. I feel like I’m going insane the longer I spend away from her. Especially seeing my cum soaking her panties just before I stuff them in my pants pocket. I tuck my cock away, promising myself one day I’ll have her warming it with her pussy. As I cuddle her close throughout the night, I plan to never let go while I fill her sweet pussy to the brim with my cum.
I roll my eyes at myself. I'm left wondering when I turned into such a simp. It must have been when I first saw her again. It seems just like yesterday. It’s seared into my brain; she’s tattooed there so she never leaves me.
I shake my head, refusing to let those memories affect me; otherwise, I’ll spend the entire day stuck in the elevator, daydreaming about her. Taking a deep breath, I wipe my left hand down my face, which isn't smeared with the sticky residue of my cum, and suddenly I feel exhausted right down to my very bones. It’s been three years; I can’t continue like this much longer. Perhaps the best course of action would be to abduct her immediately and end the situation of us being apart.
No, you need to be a little more patient.
With a small pep talk and maybe a side of yesterday’s torture session on my mind, I feel somewhat better. I wonder if Victor received his gift yet? My men know not to call, message, or even breathe in my direction when I’m spending time with Iris, unless it’s a big fucking emergency. Therefore, I believe everythingmust have gone smoothly. Victor will not have a peaceful morning when he discovers Marco hanging by his balls in his territory.
My lips switch into a small curl, and I end up pressing the com button while placing my jacket back over my arm in front of my pants just in case some of my cum ended up shooting anywhere besides her panties. I can’t help that my body produces a lot of cum. I’m a big guy in the prime of my life and have been without sex for three whole fucking years. My hand has been attached to my dick to relieve any stress. I can’t complain too much; Iris is worth it all in the end.
“Sir. Would you like me to turn off the emergency call button now so you may make it to the lobby floor?” Jack’s voice comes out dry and calm through the speakers, and the man deserves a big tip for being discreet.
“Yes. That would be fine. Thank you.” I grumble quietly and clear my throat, noticing the camera’s light turning back on with a blinking flash of red.
I could have waited at least until I made it to my car before stroking my cock since I have blackout windows, but damn. She inspires me to do outrageous things, such as masturbating in an elevator right after leaving her apartment. Uncontrollable urges have never been a problem for me, but then I set my eyes on Iris surrounded by blossom trees and sunshine, and from that day forward, I became a man I never thought I’d become.
Jealous.
Obsessive.
Possessive.
Wanting.
