Chapter 31: Call Me Daddy R18+
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Xavier stepped in first, pressing the button for the top floor. Amira followed, letting the doors close behind them with a quiet sigh that seemed to hang in the air.
The mirrored walls caught their reflection. Black dress. Dark shirt. Two figures standing close in the small, warm space. The hum of the elevator machinery filled the silence between them.
She met his eyes in the glass.
"Xavier," she said, her voice low.
"Amira."
She turned to face him directly, leaving the mirror behind. No words followed. Her gaze swept over him. Dark, deliberate, taking inventory.
The elevator moved upward.
The doors opened onto a quiet hallway. He led the way to the room, the key card sliding into the lock with a soft click. The door swung open into a suite bathed in amber lamplight. King bed. City lights glittering through floor-to-ceiling windows.
Amira stepped past him into the room, the black dress moving with her like it was stitched to her skin. Xavier closed the door.
And then he couldn’t contain himself anymore. Her beauty hit him fresh in this light. The way the fabric clung, the way her shoulders curved, the way her lips caught the lamplight. The dress made her sexier than anything he’d imagined on the way up. She turned, caught the look on his face, and smiled slow.
She stepped toward him. Her palm pressed flat against his chest. She rubbed the fabric of his shirt beneath her fingers, feeling the warmth of him through it.
"Hope you’ve gotten better than last time," she murmured.
Xavier stared into her eyes, a dark grin pulling at his mouth. "Don’t worry. Won’t be like the last."
Before she could answer, he closed the space between them. His hand found the curve of her ass, fingers sinking into the soft, firm flesh. He squeezed, kneading her through the tight gown. Amira let out a little moan, her lips pressing against the fabric of his shirt. Her midsize breasts flattened against his chest, and she rubbed them against him, seeking friction.
Xavier kept caressing her ass, hand moving in slow circles. His fingers edged toward the cleft, the tight fabric giving him a sensation almost like touching her skin directly. She gasped against his chest, her hips rolling into him.
He pulled back just enough to catch her gaze. His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. "Should we try something new tonight? A little game."
Amira tilted her head. Her eyes sparked. "What kind of game?"
"You tell me. A boy and a girl who likes him, maybe? The schoolgirl who shouldn’t."
She licked her lips, considering. Then her hand slid down his chest, palm pressing flat over his belt. "You want to play that, daddy?"
His answering grin warmed her.
He lifted the hem of her gown, gathering the fabric up her thighs. The air hit her skin. She watched his eyes darken as he saw the thin fabric of her pants, darkened at the center.
"You naughty girl," he breathed.
She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Just for you, daddy."
He shifted her panties to the side, wet fabric sliding across her hip. His fingers found her folds, slick and warm. He pressed one finger inside her, and she moaned, low and long. A second finger followed, stretching her. Then a third, filling her completely. She buried her face against his neck, moaning into his skin while her tongue traced the rim of his ear.
"Xavier," she breathed.
"Say it right," he said, fingers curling inside her. Her hips bucked. "Who does this belong to?"
"Daddy." The word came out broken. "It’s yours. All yours."
Satisfied, he withdrew his fingers slowly, letting her feel the loss. Before she could protest, she shoved him hard toward the bed. He tumbled backward onto the mattress, laughter catching in his throat as she stalked toward him. Her fingers worked at his belt buckle with practiced speed, pulling his trousers down his hips.
His cock sprang free. Already rock hard, slick with precum. Amira’s mouth curved.
She wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking up and down. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue across the tip, tasting him.
"Bad boy," she murmured, and swallowed him.
Xavier’s head fell back as her mouth worked him in a steady rhythm. Slow at first, then faster. She gripped his thighs, nails digging in lightly. His hips bucked in time with her motions, a low moan rumbling from his chest. He pressed her breasts through the fabric of her gown, kneading the soft mounds, and Amira moaned around him.
A low growl built in his chest. "Your turn. Tonight you’re wild, baby."
She pulled off him with a wet pop, a strand of saliva connecting them. "I want more, daddy."
He sat up, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around with a swiftness that made her gasp. She bent over the edge of the bed, her ass raised toward him. He didn’t bother with her panties. He yanked her gown up over her hips and pushed her forward, his palm flat on the small of her back.
Lining himself up, he drove into her in one motion. Amira cried out, gripping the bed sheets.
He filled her completely. The gown bunched around her waist, exposing the perfect curve of her back. He moved with a punishing rhythm. Hard, raw, deep. Watching himself slide in and out of her wet heat. Their moans intermingled, a ragged duet of pleasure that filled the room.
"More," she begged. "Please."
He leaned forward, one hand snaking around her waist to find her clit. At the same time, his other hand twisted the zipper of her gown halfway, exposing her breasts to the cool air. No bra. They swung with each thrust, and he found her nipples, pinching them gently.
She cried out, wordless sounds of pleasure escaping her lips.
"Like that, baby?" he growled, pounding into her harder.
"Yes daddy, yes!" Her voice broke with pleasure.