Ivy’s pov
My world shattered into a million pieces of light and heat.
His thick pulsating shaft was like an iron rod, spearing into my pussy and stretching it so wide I thought I might split in two.
"Oh my, oh my goddddd," I drawled, closing my eyes tightly at the feeling of being so full. Never have I ever.
My cunt clenched hard around his cock, a delicious agony pulsing through my walls. Nothing—not even Angel’s golf pencil—had ever felt this good.
My fingers scrabbled against the cold metal wall, trying to steady myself as he fucked me harder.
"Forty-seven! Forty-six!"
His grip on my thigh grew tighter while he held me open. He didn’t give me time to adjust, reared his hips back, pulling his dick all the way out, leaving my pussy feeling achingly empty, before slamming back into me, balls deep.
The force of that impact knocked every single air out of me, my head bouncing off his shoulder.
"Fuck," he snarled in my ear, gritting his teeth. His bandana hung loosely around his head now, almost falling over his mask. His blonde curls fell over his face, bouncing all around in the light while he pounded my pussy hard.
"Tightest fucking thing I’ve ever been in. Must have had weak pieces of shit for boyfriends, kitten,"
More like weak pieces of shit for a husband, but I couldn’t get those words out while my pussy was being completely wrecked by him.
"Thirty-five! Thirty-four! Thirty-three!"
Oh god, there was no way I could cum in less than thirty seconds. We were going to get caught.
My thighs quivered, the sound of my juices splattering between us while his shaft sunk into my wet heat over and over drove me mad. My dress was hiked up to my waist, ruined and wrinkled while his jeans covered thighs kept slapping against my ass.
His free hand came around to maul my breast, his fingers pinching my already-sensitive nipple hard. The sharp pain shot straight to my clit, making my pussy clamp down around his thick cock, drenching it.
"That’s it baby, this is how a real man fucks you. Cum for me, my bratty slut. I want to see those pretty eyes light up while your cunt milks me,"
A high-pitched whine escaped my lips. He was right. Angel was pathetic. This was a fucking and it felt so earth shattering.
Every thrust he gave was deep and hard, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. The wet sloshing of my pussy getting so defiled was so intense, heightening the pleasure.
"You gonna cum for me, kitten? Gonna soak my cock before all these people come pouring out here?"
"Twenty! Nineteen! Eighteen!"
Panic and pleasure warred inside me, like a dizzying, intoxicating cocktail. The thought of being caught, of the doors sliding open to reveal us like this, should have been terrifying and it was.
"Seventeen! Sixteen! Fifteen!"
But it was also the most thrilling, dangerous thing I had ever done. My hips began to move, meeting his thrusts, rolling back to take him deeper.
"Ten! Nine! Eight!"
"Fuck yes, ride that shit," He let go of my breast and slid his large hand down my belly, leaving heated shivers as his fingers trailed down to the soft landing strip of hair leading down to my pussy.
His fingers found my swollen, throbbing clit and he rubbed it in tight, hard circles, perfectly in time with the cock ramming my cunt to mush "Come on, wildfire. Give it to me. Cum all over my dick. Now."
The world went white and I lost my mind.
"THREE! TWO! ONE!"
A scream tore from my throat as my orgasm crashed over me, like a meteor kissing the earth. I might as well be out in space with how insanely high I felt.
My pussy convulsed, spasming around his thick length, milking his dick for all he was worth. My entire body shook, my leg giving out completely. If it weren’t for his arm banded around my waist, I would have collapsed into a boneless heap on the floor.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
I barely heard the crowd as they spilled from the club into the hallway. I continued to spasm and tremble in his arms, cumming hard while he fucked me through it, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing ragged.
With a low, guttural groan, he pulled out of me and a hot, wet splash of cum whipped against my ass and the back of my thighs.
Then the roar of the noise outside the elevator reached my ears. The sound notifications of people pushing the buttons to call for the elevator rang through the car but the hold button was still pressed down. If we tapped it again, the elevator would go up to the hall.
We stood there, panting, clinging to each other as chaos erupted outside the elevator. Shouts, laughter, fireworks. It was a different world out there and mask or not, there was no way those people would see us and not suspect something had happened in here. Hell his cum was all over my ass!
I had just been fucked by a stranger in a stopped elevator! My body hummed with both satisfaction and disbelief at the same time.
The metal in the elevator showed a blurry reflection of my wrecked, flushed body. My tits were out on display with my dress bunches under them, my lips were swollen from biting them constantly, plump and red.
My mascara was a black mess streaking down my screen while behind me, the man who just fucked my brains out was panting hard, his arm still wrapped around my waist.
I didn’t even get his name.
Name? I’ll do you one better, I don’t even know his face.
Yeah this was so absurd and so wildly out of character for the Harper Kingsley like five hours ago. A hysterical giggle bubbled up my throat.
"Something funny?" He hummed behind me, reaching down to pull up my dress to cover my tits.
I turned around in his arms, meeting his hazel eyes. They had a greenish tint to them now. I had to see. I couldn’t have just fucked a stranger without knowing when looked like at least. Sure he had a gorgeous jaw... And a very impressive cock, but what if the upper part of his face looked like Quasimodo?
Without thinking, I reached up and hooked my fingers under the edge of his black mask, then tugged it down.
Holy greek god, he was gorgeous. Not just handsome. Heart-stoppingly, panty-meltingly gorgeous. His face had to have been carved by angels.
His curls fell above those hazel eyes that were swirling with amusement. He had a very aristocratic nose that fit well with his sharp jaw and full mouth that was currently curved in a smirk.
"Well, that’s not fair now, is it, kitten?" he drawled, his voice a low, velvety rumble that made my freshly-fucked pussy clench. "You’ve seen my face. Now we’ve got to see yours."
No way in hell. If it got out that I was here tonight, the company would face a scandal. I was supposed to be married for God’s sake.
His hand shot up, aiming for the delicate gold lace on my face but I ducked, weaving away from his grasp. My hand shot out to slam the flat of my palm against the emergency stop button.
The elevator lurched with a groan, the hold light blinking off. The numbers on the display began to climb again.
"Hey!" he protested, a laugh in his voice as he grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers together.
A deep ache filled my chest at the sight of his large hand enveloping mine, his bronze skin against my pale one. Why did it... why did it look so right?
Snap out of it, Harper Ivy.
"Not fair. You started this."
"Started what?" I giggled, breathless, yanking my hand away playfully.
"Oh you know-"
The elevator dinged and his lips paused mid speech. His hazel eyes narrowed, the playful glint in them disappeared once he realized I was standing right before the opening doors. "Wait...Don’t you dare!"
"For what it’s worth, you made my year, you big jerk and you are way better than a deflated ballon," I brought my palm to my lips and blew him a kiss.
A wall of sound and bodies hit us as people rushed into the elevator along with a flood of laughing and shouting.
I immediately pushed between them, stepping out into the main hall, scurrying out of there with my shaky legs. I didn’t look back, or breathe until I was in my Aston Martin, driving down the fast lane home, my eyes staring blankly at the road while blood rushed loudly through my ears.
"What the... What the hell did I just do?"
***
"Is that it, wildflower? More?"
"Yes more," I moaned, gripping the white sheets of my bed while he pushed my face deeper into the sheets.
The stranger’s thick cock stretched me open, pounding deep and ruthless while he pinned me down so all l could do was take every brutal thrust. My pussy clenched around him, dripping, greedy.
"Fuck-yes-" I moaned, trying to push my ass back against his cock, eagerly taking every single inch.
His golden curls brushed my cheek as he leaned in, teeth grazing my throat.
"You take me so well, wildfire," he growled, slamming into me harder. "This tight little cunt was made for my cock."
"I’m gonna cum," I wailed. I was so close, right on the edge-
A shrill ring sliced through the air and my eyes flew open, connecting with the ivory white ceiling of the guest bedroom in our penthouse.
My eyes scanned the room groggily as I pushed to sit upright in bed, chest heaving, thighs slick with arousal.
The soft satin bed sheets tangled around my legs. My nipples were hard, aching. The ache between my thighs throbbed angrily while the noise that had woken me up rang even louder.
My eyes widened when they found the phone ringing on the nightstand. FATHER flashed across the screen and just at the top of the screen was the time.
7:48am.
Oh shit. I was supposed to report to him today about the Italy trip.
I slapped my cheeks hard, trying to shake the fog in my head. My heart hammered hard inside me. I cleared my throat twice and ran shaky fingers through my messy hair before reaching for the phone.
My thumb swiped to pick the call while I sat up straighter on my knees as if Dad could see me.
"Good morning, Father, How are you doing?"
There was a long pause of ice cold silence and I swallowed nervously. Was he mad? Did he know about last night?
"Is this about the report, Father? I’ll be at the office in thirty minutes-"
"It is way beyond the Italy report," My father’s clipped, detached voice cut through. "Make it fifteen minutes."
Oh god, he was definitely furious. Something was wrong and somehow, I just knew I was screwed.