“Oh, that’s what we’re going to be doing for the rest of the night. Believe me.” He grunts in my ear as he rocks his cock against me. “You looked so fucking sinful in this dress, Gabrielle.”

My dress comes to my knees and has a sweetheart neckline that gives me cleavage that James couldn’t drag his gaze away from all night. He pulls my breast from the cup and runs his tongue over my nipple and the pierce of his stubble causes a flutter between my legs, just as the elevator dings letting us know we’re on his floor. He lets my nipple go with a pop and we stumble down the hall, a mess of lips and hands and whispered vows of devotion. By the time we’re in his apartment, we don’t even make it to his room before he’s inside of me as both of us are desperate from the intimacy we’ve been denied all day. My coat isn’t even off before my dress is raised up around my waist and his cock is pushing through my folds as he fucks me from behind. I grip the arm of the couch for leverage, pressing my chest into the material as he fucks me wildly. “Oh my God,” I whimper as my eyes flutter shut. His hips bang into my ass almost painfully with the force in which he fucks me but the pleasure is much more intense. From the back of my neck all the way to the tips of my toes, my skin prickles with anticipation of coming and I know this climax is going to be just as powerful as the others.

“Baby, fuck I’m going to come.” He growls from behind me. “How close are you?”

“So close,” I tell him before biting down on my bottom lip. My hands curl into fists and my nails dig into my palms so hard I know there will be indents left in their wake.