Chapter Three
Marilyn
We reach the bank of elevators, and he hits the up button just before he pins me to the wall with his waist firmly against my core. “I’m going to kiss you now, Marilyn.” He’s not asking for permission. It’s a warning.
“Please,” I beg, needing that sensuous-looking mouth on mine. His gray eyes darken as he drops his head and his lips crush mine as our eyes close.
“The elevator,” someone says beside us. Julien has me tucked so tightly to him that I can’t see who it is; however, the muffled voice sounds vaguely familiar.
“Oh,” Julien grunts, pulling back and taking my hand to lead me inside. He doesn’t bother looking at the person and then hits the button for the top floor.
“I’ll wait for the next one,” the guy says. Julien doesn’t bother to wait for the doors to close before I’m against the wall and his mouth is on mine, dominating me. I moan, crying out as I grind my hips on his hard ridge. The thick meat between his legs pulses against my core, and he pushes harder.
“I need to be inside you.” The doors open, and he scoops me up in his big, strong arms, carrying me out of the elevator and then to his suite. He kicks the door closed with his foot and then puts me down on the sofa. His hands slide up my thighs, fingers flexing, gripping my muscles roughly and mashing them as he feels his way to my ass. We rock and grind, kissing violently until he pulls his lips away with a growl.
“Fuck, you’re made for me.”
“Julien,” I breathe, moaning as he ducks his head down and his tongue dips along my throat. “I need you to take me.”
“I am, and I’m never giving you back.” His fingers work my zipper down my back, pausing to slide his hands along my bare skin. “So smooth. I want to strip you and lick every inch and see if you taste sweet everywhere.”
“There’s only one way to find out,” I challenge. It’s foolish since I’ve no experience, but there’s just something about this man that sends every hormone into overdrive. I don’t know if it’s the girls’ words or his, but all I want is for him to take me until there is no innocence left in me.
Tugging down one strap and then the other, he lowers my dress, revealing my breasts. “Wow, so perfect, Marilyn.” His hand wraps around one breast, squeezing it as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his pearly white teeth.
“Julien, I need more. Don’t stop.” I grip his hair and run my fingers through it, feeling the thick, silky strands. I need his clothes off too, so I tug at his jacket. “I need to feel you against me, please.”
“No need to beg, but it does sound like music from your lips.” He kisses me quickly before standing, sliding off his suit jacket and then going for his tie. I watch him as his eyes linger on my chest and his tongue swipes along his lips. “Strip and show me your sweet cookie.” My pussy heats up at his words, gushing all over my silky red panties. “It’s all mine, and I want it now.” I stare, mesmerized as he undoes his slacks that are barely containing his monster of a cock inside.
I lick my lips, wondering when I became such a nympho given I’ve never been with a man. Reaching out, I grab his cock through his boxer briefs and let my knees hit the carpet. “I wanna lick the lollipop.”
“Just one lick, my beauty.” I shove down his boxers and that massive length bounces free. I’m not sure I can do more than lick it, but I suddenly feel like a bad girl. Gripping his girth at the base, I lick from the edge of my hand to the tip where a bead of cream is waiting for me, but I don’t pull away. No, I wrap my lips around his engorged head, sucking on his thick pole. A guttural moan rips through him, and my pussy flutters at his nonverbal praise.
He grips my hair, pulling it hard, yanking me off his cock so fast I have dribble coming off my lips. “You’re a bad girl. I told you just one lick.”
I smile up at him with an arched brow and a smart-ass attitude, knowing he’s beyond turned on. “It was only one lick. You didn’t say I couldn’t suck it.”
“You’re going to learn to do what I say, my beauty.” Hunger and lust darken his eyes as he kicks off his shoes and then tugs off his boxers with his pants before he steps closer with his massive cock and taps it on my lips. “Open up. Time to take orders.”
I’m nearly coming on the spot from what’s to come. I run my fingers between my thighs, slipping them under my panties. I give him my mouth like a good girl, and he slides his length inside, pushing it in a couple of inches, but he’s too much for me to take so he slowly pulls out and then in again.
Repeatedly, he fucks my mouth until he growls and pulls completely out without coming. He bends down and presses his mouth roughly to mine. “You look so sexy with lips so thoroughly fucked, but my cum is for your pussy.”
He takes my hand from my panties and then brings my fingers to his lips, sucking each one. “Pussy’s finger-licking good, but I’m going to need to sample straight from the source.” Lifting me up like I’m a feather, he carries me to the bed in just my heels and panties.
My heart’s pounding out of my chest, and I look at him and know that this isn’t just some fling for me. Even though we’ve just met, I feel a connection to him. It’s not love, because that would be crazy. Lust? Hell, yes, but it’s like maybe we can have more than tonight.
I cup his face and say, “Promise me you’re not married.”
He kisses my nose before looking at me with sincerity in his eyes. “I promise, Marilyn. Until tonight, I didn’t know there was someone I’d ever want to wake up next to.” Before I can respond, his mouth lands on mine, silencing any response.
Julien moves down my body, kissing my mons over the silly daisy panties I slipped on. “Ma marguerite, I feel like a lucky man.” His blunt fingers grip the hem of my panties and slide them down my legs. “Let me get rid of these. As sexy as they are, I only want you wearing my sweat and cum.”
He delves his talented tongue between my slit, licking and sucking on my juicy hole until I’m screaming his name.
“We can stop now if you’d like, Marilyn.”
“Have you changed your mind?”