The bell sounded, announcing their arrival at the eleventh floor and Brandon lifted his head. It took every fiber of his being to drag his lips from hers. The elevator doors opened with a soft whoosh. He reached over, pressed the close button and then hit the stop button.

Evie looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, lips wet and flashed him a smile. "Don't stop now, I'm just getting started."

His cock surged heavily against the front of his pants and Brandon tamped down a groan. "Honey, we aren't stopping till my cock is buried deep inside you and you are begging me for more. You can take that to the bank."

Evie lowered her arms from around his neck and trailed her fingers across his erection, gently squeezing him. "We'll see who begs first."

Brandon backed her up against the wall of the elevator and cupped her breasts through the soft fabric. Lowering his head, he pressed kisses to her throat, down her neck, nipping then suckling until Evie was squirming beneath him.

"Suck my tits, please," she begged.

Brandon was only too happy to oblige. Lifting her sweater up and over her head, he tossed it to the floor. His eyes feasted on the black lacy bra, her large breasts threatening to spill over the front of the cups.

"Touch yourself. Play with your tits for me."

He watched as Evie lifted her hands to her tits. Her fingers stroked over the distended nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Her head tipped back against the wall of the elevator as she closed her eyes.

"Do you know how much I love watching you touch yourself?" Brandon asked.