I screamed, 'Yes! Harder!' as he pounded into me, the elevator dinging softly... penthouse level.
As the doors slid open to the opulent penthouse hallway, Gaston didn't stop. He carried me out, still buried deep, my legs locked around him. The door to his suite was ajar, perks of the elite, and he kicked it shut behind us, dropping me onto the plush rug in the living room area. The city lights twinkled beyond the windows, witnesses to our depravity.
'On your knees,' he ordered, voice like velvet over steel. I obeyed, heart racing, as he shed his jacket and shirt, revealing a chest sculpted from years of discipline... broad, dusted with salt-and-pepper hair. His pants followed, c**k springing free, glistening from my juices. 'Open up, and suck it like you mean it.'
I wrapped my lips arou
