Candace
His eyes darkened as he watched me reach for his belt. The red light in the elevator cast a crimson glow across his face, highlighting how flushed and sweaty he was.
The metal buckle was cool against my trembling palms. I worked it loose with clumsy fingers, my breath coming in ragged gasps, but it had nothing to do with the panic now and everything to do with the molten heat pooling between my thighs.
My arousal slicked my inner thighs, my pussy clenching at the thought of being filled by him.
A part of me was torn between giving myself to him completely this way. I should have been protecting myself from him.
"Let me," he muttered gruffly and undid the buckle.
Immediately, I fumbled for the zipper, dragging it down eagerly, my hands brushing the massive, painfully hard cock straining against his pants.
He hissed through his teeth, his hips twitching involuntarily toward my touch.
"Careful. I'm hanging on by a thread here, Daisy."
