He Raises A Brow At Her, Mischievous Glint In His Eyes That Spreads To A Smirk. His Free Hand Slides

Mikey Madison in the Criterion Closet

she should feel far too exposed under the table like that, but instead all she feels is power. she knows that not a damn one of them could touch her while she was like this, couldn't make a move on her now that it was clear that she and elijah were the most dangerous people in this room. she sucks happily on his cock as she listens to the mens pleas for mercy, their agreement to his terms in return for it. she smirks around him, releasing his cock from her mouth as she climbs up his body, hands on his shoulder as she lines up his cock and sinks down on it with a quiet moan. "can't we just kill them, baby? it's so much more fun." she rocks her hips against his, looking over her shoulder to smirk at the rest of them.

elijah just let out a pleased hum as she slowly bobbed her head, winding his fingers into her dark locks as his gaze remained cold and impartial as he glanced at the other men around the table. as boring as business was, he couldn't deny the fact he was getting off on showing off how one of their most prized members was now so willing to get on her knees for him. it made listening to their pathetic offer of reconciliation slightly more bearable. "i hope you didn't think you could buy my forgiveness with money. to be frank i already have more than you could ever dream of offering me." elijah stated. "what i will accept is territory, your east side is blocking what would be a direct path for my suppliers to transport through. give me that, and i'll stop the counter attacks."

he doesn't know what he's doing with her, chalks it up perhaps to the fact that he hadn't done this in a long time and she just looks too damn good in her shirt and panties. his hands splay against her back as he kisses her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grunting into it when he hears her whine. logical thought goes out the window they're pressed again, consumed only with the thoughts of her tight little body and how good she is with her mouth. "fun, huh?" he goes when she presses him down on the couch, his hands skinning up her thighs to grip her hips, helping her grind on his hardening cock. "yeah, i think you might just be worth the trouble." his hands find the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up over her head and exhaling at the sight of her. "fucking beautiful." he bucks up against her pussy, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

As quickly as the kiss started it was over and Bea was left wanting for more when he pulled back. Even the way he sighs is attractive to her and it's difficult not to pull him in for another kiss. Something about the way he's looking at her though stop her from doing anything. Then when he calls her trouble she breaks out into a grin. While other people may think that was a bad thing she took it as a compliment. Before she can even reply they're kissing again and she presses her hands against his torso wanting to feel his body. A needy whine leaves her lips knowing this won't be enough. With her hands gripping his shirt she pulled him away from the window pushing him down onto the couch. "Maybe but I'm fun trouble," she grinned as she straddled him already grinding herself down against him. "You wanna see how much trouble I can be?"

every part of him is one fire, alight with the flame of desire that she lit the spark to. he hadn't expected her to want to touch him again anytime soon, had barely been touched in the years since his wife passed, and it's driving him to madness. the simple touch of her hand has his eyes closing initially, soft grunts leaving his lips as he forces himself to remain still and not eagerly thrust into her hand. "fuck, harriet." he breathes, gasping quietly when he feels her hand slide under his clothes, gripping him bear and causing his eyes to flash open so he could look at her. his groan becomes even louder when she speaks in spanish, hot desire coursing through him as he loses his composure, hips thrusting up into her hand. "is this alright?" he questions, seeking her permission for his hand on her breast, thumb brushing softly across her nipple. "you feel so fucking good, sweetheart."

Being wit him like this again reminds Harriet of that first night together. When she was so attracted to him it hurt. Even if she was still upset about what happened after they slept together - it was impossible not to realize how attractive Tomas is. Even the sound of his voice promising to earn her trust turns her on. Yet at the same time she needs to keep her resolve, not give into him right away. Although she doesn't mind the natural way his hands move over her body. He's the only man she's let touch her in years, even before her divorce. Other women may think she was insane for rebuffing his advances for turning him down. They would kill to have anyone fawn over them like he was doing now. Harriet pushed away the waistband of his boxers to wrap her hand around his cock, eagerly stroking him. "And someday you might," she whispered into his ear not wanting to lead him on. "Right now though you get what I give you Tomas." Then to make it even more sensual for him she switched to speaking Spanish, "I'll please you until you earn the right to please me again."

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“you know, you look real pretty when you’re mad. you’d look even prettier naked and mad, so how about you take off that dress?”

she's obsessed with her husband in a way she never has been with another man, which makes sense considering he was the ne she married even after seeing all there was that the dating world had to offer. but as he fucks her, touches her, her head is filled with him and him alone. "that's right, baby. i love them all getting to see that i'm your slut. only you get to fuck me like you want and all they can do is watch and wish it was them." she grins, head tipping back as she slams her hips back against his cock, taking him deep as she moans and whimpers for him. people could be at the door right now watching on and she'd have no idea, too lost in the pleasure he gives her to give a shit. she moans louder at his filthy words, nodding her head. "fuck baby, please let me cum. i wanna cum for you, all over your cock and fingers. please, i need it so bad, i just wanna be your little slut."

There wasn't much Ray wouldn't do for the sake of Lorna's happiness. Which is why he so easily caved whenever she started teasing him. Though he does take great pride in making her react like this still after years of being together. "Oh I know you love putting on a show," he whispered into her ear. "Making sure people see how much of a little slut you are for me." That's how he knew exactly what to do to bring her to her climax. "I didn't ask you to keep quiet did I, should have known it was a mistake if I did." He managed between eager grunts as he continued thrusting into her and in turn into his own fingers. "Yeah you're gonna come huh? Did I tell you that you could? You just want to real bad don't you?" He teased as his fingers kept working against her clit. "You might just have to beg me real nice like and I'll think about it."

there's almost a part of her that wants to ask him to just wait. wait for her to get this out of her system, wait for her to be able to give him back the love he was offering her on a silver platter. it's a stark reminder of the age difference between them, that maybe if they were just at the same point in their lives then this wouldn't even a conversation. "maybe i am. i just don't know, benny. i have to figure that out for myself." she shrugs, heart fluttering in her chest at the feel of his lips pressing into her palm. relief spreads through her at the knowledge that they would share a bed together at the very least. "and what about a kiss?" viv asks, thumb still softly stroking his cheek. "that's not sexual. it'd just be because i miss you, and you miss me."

Although he long preferred being on his own for so long, Viviana had come along and changed that mindset for him. Ironically she had no interest in being involved in a serious relationship. The only comforting fact was that it wasn't anything to do with him. Even if her reasoning was irritating. "And who says you can't do that with me? Maybe you're also missing out on being romanticized and smitten while also getting the best fucks of your life." He replied not caring how much he was teasing her right now with the romantic ideal. With a sigh he pressed his cheek into her palm more kissing it as he nodded his head. "Of course I'll share my bed with you. That wasn't an option either. You're just not getting my cock. Or anything else sexual."

"right, can't imagine waking up to you trying to spoon me would be something you'd be pleased about." he quips, tone back to his usual dryness even if he is amused at the visual. her not wearing much to bed, on the other hand, was something he knew damn well he would struggle with once put into practice. he can control himself better than most, but she was temptation even without her stripping down to much. it's been a long time since he's merely laid in bed with another woman and he's well aware of that fact as they gaze at each other, him propped up on his side as if they were going to discuss their days. when she pulls up the photo, he reaches for his spectacles on the bedside table, placing them on his nose before taking the phone displaying the gorgeous brunette. "my business, huh? do you mean specifically arms dealing or is he just a criminal?" his brows rise at the fact that she'd left her family allegedly, distaste settling in at the equally disturbing possibility that she could have been taken against her will. "i can help you find her." he offers simply, knowing damn well he had more contacts than her to do so. he wants to reach for her, to comfort her, but the room service interrupts them entirely and he knows the opportunity has passed. he rolls onto his back, watching her in disbelief as she takes off her clothes before dragging his own shirt over his form. "jesus christ, harriet." he has an instant hard on, glad that the covers are hiding his growing hardness at the side of her. "playing dirty is more like it."

Harriet waves him off not wanting to make him completely uncomfortable considering their sleeping arrangements were already less than ideal. "It's fine honestly, I won't be wearing much to bed either. Which is why we have the pillow wall. So neither of our subconsciousness react." There was something so simple and domesticated about sitting in bed together like this. It's exactly what she craved from a relationship, the companionship of it all. That was something she wanted for a long time yet time after time she never got it. For him to be willing to wait hurt her heart but Harriet needed to protect it too. "You know there is something else that's getting in your way," she sighs reaching for her phone. "My older sister Holly starting having an affair with someone who works in the same business as you." She hints as she pull up a picture of Holly, showing it to him. "One day she just disappears. She was married, has kids and just left. Bitch didn't even leave a note to say if she was okay so now for all I know my sister is just dead somewhere because she fell for a guy who wasn't exactly the best." Biting on her lower lip she let's that familiar ache slip in. Then the sound of someone at the door makes her jump, wiping her eyes as she accepts the pillows and blankets. "So it's more than just that," she sighs as she sets them on the bed before starting to get undressed. Harriet pulls off her shirt tossing it aside and picks his up slipping it over her head. With a smirk she gives him a wink before getting back into the bed next to him. "A sign of good faith," she shrugs as she sets the pillows between them. "Smells good by the way."

they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.

Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."