Elevator Trap: Chapter 4 

MARCUS

Elena was still shaking from her orgasm when I pulled my fingers from her dripping pussy and sucked them clean. Her taste sweet, musky, addictive exploded on my tongue and made my cock throb so hard it hurt.

I was done holding back.

“Turn around,” I growled, spinning her before she could respond. I pressed her front against the mirrored wall, her cheek and tits flattening against the cool surface. Her ass pushed back against me instinctively, that perfect round curve begging to be used.

“Marcus…” she whimpered, voice hoarse.

I yanked her pencil skirt all the way up to her waist and ripped her soaked thong down her thighs in one rough motion. The sight of her bare pussy puffy, glistening, dripping down her inner thighs nearly made me come in my pants.

“Fuck, look at you,” I groaned, palming her ass and spreading her open. “Soaking wet and clenching around nothing. You need my cock that badly, baby?”

“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back against me. “Please… I need it.”

I freed my cock with one hand, hissing as the thick, heavy length sprang out. Nine inches of veined, aching meat, the head already shiny with pre-cum. I rubbed the fat crown up and down her slippery slit, teasing her swollen clit until she was sobbing.

“Beg for it,” I demanded, slapping my cock against her pussy. The wet sound echoed in the small space.

“Please, Marcus… fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Please—”

I thrust in hard.

One brutal stroke and I buried myself to the balls inside her tight, scorching heat.

“Fuuuuck,” I snarled through gritted teeth.

Elena screamed, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice. She was impossibly tight, fluttering and pulsing, sucking me deeper. I had to freeze for a second or I would’ve come instantly.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” I groaned, pulling out slowly just to slam back in. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the elevator. “This greedy little cunt is sucking me in. You were made for my cock, weren’t you?”

“Yes— oh God, yes!” she cried, fogging the mirror with her breath.

I set a punishing rhythm, fucking her deep and hard. Every thrust made her tits bounce against the mirror. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. The scent of sex her sweet arousal and my musk was thick in the air.

I reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while pounding into her. “Come on my cock, Elena. I want to feel you milk me.”

She shattered again within seconds, screaming my name as her pussy spasmed violently around my shaft. Hot juices squirted around my cock, dripping down my balls. The feeling was so intense I almost lost it.

But I wasn’t done.

I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly. I pinned her against the wall and drove back inside in one smooth thrust.

“Eyes on me,” I ordered. “Watch me fuck you.”

Her eyes were glassy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. She looked completely ruined already. I loved it.

I fucked her harder in this position, using my strength to bounce her on my cock. The wet, obscene squelching sounds of her soaked pussy taking every inch echoed around us. Her tits bounced between us. I leaned down and sucked one hard nipple into my mouth, biting gently.

“Marcus— too deep— I can’t—” she gasped, but her nails dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“You can,” I growled against her breast. “Take every fucking inch like a good girl.”

I felt her building again. Her walls fluttered wildly. I shifted my angle, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust.

“Come again,” I commanded. “Right now.”

She exploded with a broken scream, her entire body convulsing. Her pussy gushed around me, soaking my cock and thighs. The squeeze was unbearable.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck— I’m coming,” I snarled.

I slammed deep and erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped into her spasming cunt, filling her until it leaked out around my cock with every shallow thrust. I kept coming, groaning against her neck, marking her deep inside.

We stayed locked together, panting, trembling.

But I was still hard.

I lowered her legs, turned her around again, and bent her over slightly, hands braced on the mirror.

“Again,” I growled, sliding back into her cum-filled pussy in one stroke. “I’m not stopping until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Elena moaned loudly, pushing back to meet my thrusts.

The elevator was filled with the filthy sounds of our fucking wet slapping skin, her desperate moans, my rough groans, the obscene squelch of my cum being pushed deeper with every thrust.

I fucked her through two more orgasms one with my fingers on her clit, another while choking her lightly from behind. Each time she came harder, squirting around my cock, crying my name like a prayer.

By the time I came for the second time, flooding her again until cum ran down her thighs in thick streams, she was a trembling, whimpering, beautiful mess.

I held her up, kissing the back of her neck softly as we both came down.

The emergency lights still hummed.

And neither of us wanted to be rescued yet.