Free Run to You by Clare Cole Page B

going to be a knockout. And the pair of you together?" She made the sound of an explosion as she disappeared down the hallway.
    I turned back to see Rick propped up in the doorway of the lounge, smiling at me.
    "What is it?" I asked.
    "Nothing," he said softly. "I love all your little insecurities. They drive me crazy, but I wouldn't want you any other way. I love you, Amy Reid."
    Grinning from ear to ear, I pushed my hair behind my ears and looked up at his gorgeous face. "I love you too."
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    "We have 44 floors before we hit the lobby."
    I leaned back on the elevator handrail and looked across at Rick. His eyes were burning through the ruffled fabric of my red designer dress. "There's no time," I smiled, licking my lips. "We only have a minute or so before we reach the ground floor."
    Rick walked towards me, pure lust etched all over his face. He placed a hand on my waist and slowly moved it up the side of my body, stroking at the curve of my left breast through the fabric and causing me to sigh. Our tongues briefly danced with each other, our lips barely touching. "You look irresistible," he growled.
    "I know," I teased, glancing at the elevator display. "32 floors to go."
    "I need to fuck you," Rick whispered. "And you need to be fucked."
    My legs almost buckled as his hand slipped inside the slit of my dress, slashed to the thigh and giving perfect access to the soaking wet panties beneath. I moaned out as I felt him gently tug at my underwear.
    "21 floors left. Say it, Amy. Tell me what you need."
    My nipples were sensitive and hard beneath my dress, my insides flooded again with warm juice. I felt a stitch at the side of the seam of my panties give way as Rick pulled at it further. My resistance was in tatters, even as I glanced at the number of floors ticking their way downwards.
    "Say it."
    "I need…" I stammered, my voice breaking. "I need to be fucked."
    Without a further seconds warning, he ripped off my panties in one swift, strong movement. I yelped out as the flimsy, drenched fabric tore from my body, the elastic stinging against my skin as it snapped. I almost lost balance on my high heels as the combination of the lingerie being ripped off me and the weakness in my legs from sheer, unadulterated arousal made me fall forward slightly. With just seven floors to go, Rick spun around and slammed a fist into the emergency stop button, causing the elevator to suddenly come to a halt in mid-air.
    I fumbled with his belt, pulling at it violently and erratically. My initial excitement had turned to complete and utter abandon as I desperately wanted him inside me. I momentarily felt the hardness of his fully erect cock as I pushed his underwear down but I wouldn't have time to stop and admire his manhood. Rick had pulled thousands of dollars of dress fabric upwards and kicked my legs apart. The immediacy of his actions seemed like a blur; suddenly, I cried out as inch after inch of steel-like hardness rose up into me. My heels lifted off the ground as the full force of his erection travelled deep inside me, filling my soaking wet pussy and sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.
    The elevator rumbled and shock as I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles together for stability. Five inches of Christian Louboutin heels dug into his hard, muscular ass – but he didn't flinch. Strong arms held me up; long, slow, considered thrusts retracted then stretched and consumed my inner walls again and again. We kissed passionately and frantically, like our lives were about to end. I opened my eyes to see myself in the mirror opposite, pure ecstasy all over my face as stroke after rock-hard stroke slipped into me.
    As I felt my stomach tighten and an orgasm start to build, I smiled momentarily at my reflection. I liked the look of being fucked hard. I liked it a lot.
    Rick's cock began to pulsate and I clung onto for dear life as my body began to shake. The elevator made outrageous noises, the