Elevator Hitch Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind them, the four of them stumbled into the penthouse, the air thick with pent-up desire and the lingering hum of the toys still buzzing faintly inside them. Zeke, ever the commander, wrapped his arm tighter around Eli, who was still whimpering and suckling on his neck like a starved animal, his body grinding shamelessly against Zeke's leg. Delilah and Damien followed closely, their faces flushed and sweaty, their hands reaching out to touch Zeke as if he were the only source of relief in a world of torment.

It was a brief, fierce squeeze—a transfer of strength, a silent recommitment to the ‘after. The elevator doors slid open with a soft sigh. They stepped inside the cold, fluorescent-lit box. Sabatine hit the button for the lowest sub-level. As the doors began to close, sealing them in their descent towards the heart of the danger, Anton leaned close, his lips brushing Sabatine’s ear. “For the ‘after,’” he whispered. Sabatine turned his head, catching Anton’s mouth in one last, swift, promising kiss as the elevator plunged downward into the dark.

When the elevator door opened, he immediately went in, pressed the penthouse and the close buttons. As the elevator was moving up, Selene suddenly moved from his arms. He looked at her and adjusted her from his arms. In a matter of seconds, he felt his chest getting wet and the elevator shaft smelling sour. His face was a mix of anger and disgust. He wanted to drop her right there and then, but she hugged his neck and her face was now nesting in the crook between his neck and his shoulder.

she didn’t want to be around this devil for long, Taking a step towards her she crouched down beside her, "You are truly a warrior, a brave one, take care of yourself," She smiled and stood up, quickly turning around she headed for the lift and stepped into it as soon as it arrived Only to be pushed into a corner the moment the doors shut, He stood towering above her, his hands pinned her to the wall of the elevator as she gazed into those deep grey pools that pulled her into their enchantment, she didn’t know why but it felt like the lift was ascending instead of descending

Her right hand continued to play with Les's cock, trying to find the zipper, but unable to with only one hand available, the other being held into the crotch of one of the other males. The elevator stopped, and the door opened. Helen attempted to pull her blouse back to cover herself, but, before she could Dan and Les led her from the back of the elevator, through the other four males, and into the hallway. Instead of covering her breasts, she found her bra being undone, and breasts lewdly fondled by two different males. As they exited the elevator, Dan turned Helen to face him, she thought for another kiss. His hands rested on her shoulders, then gently pressed down on her shoulders, indica

The elevator doors had barely slid shut before Alexander Voss had Susan pinned against the cold mirrored wall. One large hand wrapped around her throat, the other dove straight under her tiny red dress. He shoved three thick fingers into her cum-slick, well-fucked pussy without warning, stretching her roughly.

The elevator jerks slightly, then stills. Just me. And Aaron West. In the pitch black. Alone. In the elevator. And the air between us?

He reaches out his hand to me and leads me to the elevator. When the doors close, it becomes almost impossible to stay away from him for more than a second. My instinct practically makes me jump on his neck. He reacts by lifting me, putting my legs around his hips, and pressing me hard against the cold metal panel of the elevator. The arousal becomes almost palpable in the small space. I rip off his shirt, outlining every muscle on his back with my hands, scratching with my nails. I feel a shiver run down my back as he kisses my neck and shoulder. My jeans make it difficult for John's work, but when he reaches his goal, my legs tremble at his touch. Then I realize that the elevator doors are

Sighing, I walk to the elevator and I have just pressed the button to call the car as I get spun around and slammed against the wall. Domenico claims my lips with his, lifting one of my legs to press himself into me as he keeps groping me. My senses twirl around in the most awesome way as I try to keep up with him devouring me without suffocating because of the lust burning up in me. I clasp his shirt, pulling him closer to me as a ping resounds, and the opening doors of the elevator bring us back to this dimension. “Good night,” he says huskily, taking a step back to make me board the elevator on wobbly legs.

The way it responded to her heartbeat. She closed her eyes and put her hand on the metal reader. It's a circuit, she told herself. It's electricity. A story made by engineers. For five agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Then her heart skipped a beat. A surge of heat went down her arm into the reader. The screen flickered. The blue light died, replaced by a bright gold light. OVERRIDE ACCEPTED. AUTHORIZATION: ARCHITECT. The elevator jolted upward skipping Floor 3 and going straight to 4.