Page 27 of The Orc of Wall Street

My heart pounds in my chest as our tongues dance together, a symphony of desire and longing. I melt into his embrace, losing myself in the taste and feel of him. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in this moment of stolen passion.

Tarek's hands find their way to my waist, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my body. He pulls me flush against him, and I can feel the hardness in his pants pressing against me. A shiver runs down my spine in a mixture of anticipation and fear.

Breaking the kiss, Tarek trails a path of hot kisses down my neck, eliciting a moan from deep within me. His teeth graze over my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With each nip and suckle, I unravel further under his touch.

Desire courses through me like wildfire as he lifts me effortlessly onto his waist. I wrap my legs around him, feeling the strain in his muscles as he carries me towards the bed. The hunger in his eyes matches mine as he lays me down gently, his gaze filled with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

I reach up to touch him, needing to feel his skin against mine. My fingers trace along the contours of his face before trailing down to his chest.

I can feel his heart pounding beneath my touch, matching the rapid rhythm of my own. His skin is warm and smooth under his shirt, a canvas begging to be explored. I trail my fingertips lower, feeling the defined muscles of his abdomen flex under my touch.

Tarek's breath catches as my hand dips even lower, teasingly grazing over the waistband of his pants. A smirk curls on his lips in an unspoken challenge that ignites a flame deep within me. I slide my hand further down, feeling the hardness straining against the fabric longing to be freed.

With swift movements, Tarek unbuttons and pulls off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso that leaves me breathless. He stares down at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. Our gazes lock, and an unspoken understanding passes between us.

He leans down to capture my lips once more, the kiss possessing an intensity that sets every nerve in my body ablaze. As our tongues dance, our bodies shift in perfect synchrony, craving more contact. More pleasure.

His hands roam over my body with an urgency that matches mine. They graze over my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Tarek's touch is both gentle and possessive, staking claim to every inch of me.

I arch into it as he removes my shirt, then finds the clasp of my bra and releases it with practiced ease. The cool air brushes against my exposed flesh as he discards the garments. His lips descend upon my breasts, his tongue circling each hardened peak with agonizing slowness.

Next, he removes my pants. A moan escapes my lips as his hand slips between my thighs, teasingly brushing against the fabric of my panties. My body instinctively arches towards his touch, craving the release that only he can give me.

Tarek smirks, his eyes filled with a hungry desire.

"You want this," he whispers against my skin, his voice velvety and filled with promise. I nod, and he startles me by sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to the bed.

Once I’m settled on the mattress, he spreads my legs and positions himself on his knees between them. His fingers slide beneath the elastic of my panties, tracing delicate patterns against my sensitive flesh. A gasp escapes my lips as pleasure courses through every nerve ending, igniting a wildfire within me.

Tarek's touch is electrifying, his fingers knowing exactly how to navigate the curves and contours of my body. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure cascading through me, building the tension coiled deep within. I clutch at the sheets beneath me, lost in a haze of ecstasy.

As my moans grow louder, Tarek leans over me. His lips find mine once more, muffling my cries of pleasure. Our tongues dance in a frenzied rhythm, mirroring the intensity of our bodies moving in unison. His strokes become bolder, more insistent, pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.

With each stroke of his fingers, I feel myself unraveling, my body teetering on the edge of an explosive climax. The pressure builds within me like a tidal wave, ready to crash over us both. And just as I'm about to shatter into a million pieces, Tarek pulls back, leaving me yearning for release.

He teases me by stopping and starting, brushing against my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I writhe beneath him, unable to control the mounting desire that consumes me.

Tarek's lips leave a trail of kisses down my abdomen, his tongue flicking against my skin as he travels lower. He settles between my legs, his warm breath ghosting over my throbbing core.

With a hungry look in his eyes, he dips his head and takes a long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit. The sensation is electrifying, and I grip the sheets tightly as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

He continues to devour me with an expert touch, his tongue flicking and swirling with precision. Each stroke brings me closer to the edge, building up the pressure within me until I can no longer hold back. I arch my back off the bed, unable to contain the explosive climax that crashes over me like a tidal wave.

As I come down from the blissful high, Tarek moves up to hover over me once more. His eyes are filled with primal hunger and lust as he takes off his pants and positions himself at my entrance. Without hesitation, he thrusts into me with a force that leaves me gasping for air.

The pleasure-pain mixture overwhelms me as he fills me completely, stretching me in all the right ways. The rhythm of our bodies becomes frenzied, our cries of pleasure echoing in the room. With each powerful thrust, Tarek drives me closer to the edge once again.

“Tarek!” I cry, unable to hold back. “Please don’t stop, oh my God, please!”

Our bodies move as one, locked in a searing embrace of passion. The room is filled with the symphony of our moans, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing off the walls. Every thrust brings us closer to a shared release, a culmination of desire and longing.

Tarek's hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he sets a relentless pace. Sweat beads on our foreheads, mingling together as our movements become more frenetic. I can feel the intensity building within me, coiling tighter with each thrust.

With a desperate need for more, I wrap my legs around Tarek's waist, urging him deeper, closer to the precipice of climax. He responds by burying himself deeper inside me, hitting that sweet spot.

My vision blurs as my senses are overwhelmed by the raw intensity of our connection. Pleasure radiates through every nerve ending in my body. The tension within me becomes unbearable, and I give in to the swirling ecstasy that threatens to consume me entirely.

Tarek's movements become more urgent, his thrusts hitting deeper and harder. Each stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, pushing me closer to the edge. I grip onto him, my nails digging into his back as I ride the wave of desire crashing over us.

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