Page 64 of Influence

In a rapid, powerful motion, I grabbed the neckline of her blouse with both hands and ripped it apart. Pearl buttons flew off, clattering to the floor in an unrestrained musical shower, marking the eruption of our passion.

Her mouth formed a small, trembling “o” of pure astonishment. I groaned, overwhelmed by raw desire, the urge to plunge my throbbing shaft deep into her inviting mouth, overtaking every thought.

My gaze followed the curve of her heaving breasts, barely covered by the remnants of expensive silk and her vibrant red lace bralette. Eagerly, I reached down and pushed aside that final barrier, revealing her creamy, supple breasts in full view. The beauty of those perfect round mounds sent waves of burning desire straight to my throbbing cock.

I leaned in and captured her right nipple with my lips, biting hard enough that the metallic taste of her blood coated over my tongue.

“Ow, Niko!” she cried, arching her back in a graceful curve as I let my hand wander between her legs, sliding it under her skirt to find her trembling, bare pussy, quivering with anticipation.

Releasing her sensitized nipple from my lips, I gazed up at her in amazed delight.

“I see, no panties.” I stroked up and down. “You’re so fucking soaked. And yet, you resist, Laya. You’re mine. Even your beautiful body knows it. My own personal whore…”

I glided my fingers through the seam of her swollen, damp lips and pushed into her soaking channel.

Without hesitation, I took possession of her other nipple, biting it while simultaneously thrusting deeper into her wet pussy.

Her hands tangled in my hair as she cried out, arching, and her thighs instinctively parting wider. She writhed under my touch, her moans urging me to push even deeper.

I trailed a series of kisses slowly up her chest, stopping near her ear, where my lips brushed against her tender lobe.

“You like that, don’t you, you little wildcat?” I whispered, the taste of blood mingling with desire on my lips. “Do you deny it?”

Her response was a husky, “No, I don’t,” even as she spread her thighs farther, a silent admission of the passion simmering within.

Still, she tilted her head away as if trying to hide the yearning on her skin.

“Liar.” I pushed in deeper, curving my finger, rubbing against that bundle of nerves, right before sliding in another finger, and a third.

She gasped and moaned as I stretched her and allowed my thumb to circle her clit.

Then I began to thrust with a hard, quick rhythm that matched the beating of our hearts.

Her eyes flew open in startled ecstasy as she cried out again, her cheeks flushing a deep, vibrant red.

“Tell me again that you don’t like it,” I murmured, plunging back into her with a controlled ferocity.

“I don’t!” she insisted, even as her hips writhed and her body bucked with undeniable need. “You don’t control me.”

I moved inside her with increasingly harder, faster thrusts, each thrust fueling the whirlwind of our desire.

“Are you saying your drenched pussy is lying to you, darling?” I crooned.

“Yes,” she hissed, arching her back as her slick heat gripped my finger, which spasmed in hot, rhythmic pulses. “Fuck! I’m coming!”

I savored the bliss playing over her features as I continued, my hands exploring every inch of her that she so provocatively denied pleasure.

Her pupils dilated, her lashes fluttered with each passionate thrust, and her face flushed with heat, glistening with rising arousal. Her full, wet lips and radiant beauty made her the most captivating woman in the world, igniting in me an overwhelming desire to claim every part of her.

In that moment, any debate about her wetness or resistance faded away.

I pulled my hand from her heated pussy and let my fingertips trace slow, deliberate circles around her sensitive clit until another cry of ecstasy escaped her.

Lifting my body until I hovered between her trembling thighs, I pushed her skirt upward over her hips, unveiling her stunning cunt lined with soft, curly, dark hair. I carefully spread her intimate lips apart, taking in the glistening moisture that shimmered like liquid jewels in the dim light.

“Oh, fuck,” I growled, enraptured by the sight of her almost divine pussy and the raw, delicious aroma of her arousal.

I dropped to my knees, unable to resist the overwhelming need to taste that sweet nectar I’d craved for weeks. The flavor of her essence had haunted my thoughts, drawing me irresistibly closer.

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