She didn’t hesitate. Drained the last of her red blend in a single swallow, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and slid off the stool like she was already mine.
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No words as we walked back through the lobby, just the soft clap of her bare feet on the marble floor and the hard thud of my heartbeat in my chest. She stayed close, like her body was tethered to mine, gravity pulling her in tighter the further we got from polite society.
The elevator doors closed and for a split second we stood in silence. She looked up at me, cheeks flushed, chest rising fast under that clingy dress.
“Can I touch it?”
I didn’t answer. Just unbuckled my belt, slow and cocky, watching her lips part as the metal clinked.
Her eyes widened the moment I freed it. Even soft, the sheer weight of it hung heavy from my hand, thick, long, unmistakably real. Her jaw dropped a little. She reached without thinking and wrapped both hands around the shaft. Still didn’t cover it all.
“Oh my God…”
“Still want to feel what full’s like?” I murmured.
She didn’t even nod, just dropped to her knees right there in the elevator, red hair spilling forward as she kissed the base, her breath shaky, reverent.
“I knew it would be big,” she whispered. “But this? This is insane.”
She tried. Slipped her lips over the head, working slowly, eyes fluttering as her jaw stretched. But she couldn’t get more than a few inches in before gagging. Her fingers kept stroking what her throat couldn’t handle.
“You’re already drooling on it,” I said, hand in her hair, tugging her back to her feet. “We’re not wasting this in an elevator.”
I pressed her against the mirrored wall and grabbed her ass round and soft, perfectly shaped for gripping and lifted her with ease. She gasped, legs wrapping instinctively around me.
“This dress coming off?” I asked.
“No time,” she panted. “Just just pull it up over my ass. I need you.”
I growled low as I bent my knees and adjusted. Her soaked panties slid easily aside, and I felt the heat of her as I lined up.
“You’re already shaking,” I teased. “And I haven’t even started.”
She clutched my shoulders. “Please. I want to be ruined. I need to know what it’s like.”
I pushed in slowly. Inch by heavy inch. Her breath hitched eyes wide, mouth open, one hand slapping against the mirror behind her.
“Oh fuck” she cried. “Jesus, you’re still going?”
I didn’t stop until I bottomed out. Until I felt her walls stretched to their limit around me, her cunt fluttering like it didn’t know what to do with this kind of pressure.
When the elevator dinged, we were locked together. Her legs trembling, my cock buried to the base inside her tight, soaking heat. I carried her down the hall just like that, her arms tight around my neck, breath ragged against my ear.
“You’re not gonna leave me after this,” she whispered. “I’m not going back to just him. Not after this.”
I smirked. “Good.”
The door clicked shut behind us. Her dress came off, the panties got tossed, and I bent her over the desk in the hotel suite without a word.
I took my time.
Made her feel every inch.
And by the time I was done, Molly wasn’t whispering anymore.
She was screaming.
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