"Is she still there?" Alexander asked.He wanted to tell the man to shut the hell up. He wanted to hang up on him and fuck the shit out of the guy's wi...e. His cock was harder than he remembered it ever being, and it hurt as her sweet pussy squeezed it from the shaft to the tip in a fast yet gentle rhythm. "Yeah, yeah," he breathed, halfway holding his breath in an attempt not to cum."Well, tell her to come and hurry," the asshole demanded."Oh trust me, she will," Crate said between gritted. Otherwise, she was as dumb as a box of rocks, and he would have to have a serious talk with her after he made sure she was safe. He quickly decided he was going to talk to her anyway. She was really getting intriguing.He saw her turn down an alley that he knew was a dead end. This was a really bad place. He felt his heart speed up, not because of fear for himself, but because he was afraid for her. She was either very good or very stupid. He was afraid she would be very sorry and very dead. I remember the last time you tried to talk me into giving you a key. You were waiting in my lobby with an impatient scowl and I was forty minutes late, on purpose, but I never told you that. The rough way you finger fucked me and sucked my collarbone on the ride up to the twenty-seventh floor got me excited. You were a beast that night, and you really are at your best when there’s some tension and hostility in the mix. There’s nothing like a good ‘anger fuck’, you told me once, and you’ve. "You didn't answer me. Do you like my panties?" "Yes, very much."A wicked idea then formed in Megan's mind and she moved toward the door. Terry thought that she was leaving and he could resume what he had started. He was taken aback when Megan did not leave the room but closed the door tight. She then moved within a foot of his bed and once there she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. It opened to reveal to Terry's unblinking stare that she wore a stunning white silk shelf bra trimmed with.