Page 75 of Porcelain Lies

Bozhe moy.

She’s a fucking vision.

Full, lush tits are tipped with pink nipples that make my mouth water. I stand between her splayed thighs, spreading her knees wide.

“Aleksei,” she groans the word, then jolts as I trace my hand down her belly and run my fingers over her mound.

My hand closes around the vibrator, and I tear my gaze from her flushed face to look at the toy. It’s sleek and silver, the shaft thick and veined. My thumb finds the switch, and the soft buzzing fills the room. Stella gasps, her hips jerking as I bring it closer.

“I don’t… I can’t…” she stutters, her eyes wide.

“Quiet,” I tell her. I watch her reactions carefully, gauging her response as I graze the latex tip against her inner thigh. She’s incredibly sensitive; each brush of the vibrator makes hermuscles jump. I smirk, feeling a surge of satisfaction at her body’s betrayal.

She’s so damn responsive. Her body telling me exactly what it needs despite her efforts to hide it.

With my free hand, I lift her knees, pushing them back to rest on the desk’s edge. She complies, but her eyes squeeze shut as embarrassment battles with pleasure. I don’t stop, running the toy along her creamy thighs, over the lacy edge of her panties.

“No,” she whispers, but it’s too late. I hook the vibrator under the lace, pressing it firmly against her clit.

“Yes,” I counter, the hum of the toy vibrating through my fingers. I hold it steady, the buzz reverberating through both of us.

Her hips arch off the desk, her eyes flying open as a moan escapes. I see the exact moment the sensation becomes too much, her inner struggle to hold back shattering. Her back bows, and she cries out, her hands grabbing at my arms for support.

“Let go,” I command, not breaking eye contact. “Let me feel it.”

She shakes her head, teeth gritted, fighting for control. But she can’t hide the way her body moves against the toy, the soft whimpers that escape. I hold her gaze, my eyes boring into hers as the vibrator does its work. Her eyelids flutter, but she keeps them open, locked on mine.

I graze her swollen pussylips with my thumb, feeling the vibrations through the sensitive skin. “Look at me,” I order. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

She shudders, the sensations traveling through her. “Please…” she begs, but I don’t know what she’s asking for. I don’t know if she wants me to stop or continue. Not that she has much choice in the matter. I have every intention of pushing every limit.

“What do you want,krasivaya?” I ask, still holding her gaze. “Tell me.” I know what she’s going to get, but it amuses me to know that she’s asking for it.

“Don’t… stop,” she gasps, and it’s the answer I want. Ripping away the scrap of her panties, I spread her lips wide and slide the head of the vibrator deep into her. When I add my thumb to her clit she lets out a sharp cry. Her hips buck up, pussy muscles clenching around the toy as she rides out the orgasm. She’s gorgeous like this, utterly vulnerable, exposed. My cock throbs at the sight, demanding its own release.

But I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.

I tear my gaze from hers, pulling the vibrator away and dropping it onto the desk with a soft thud. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she lets out a little moan of protest. I smirk, dragging my thumb over her sensitized clit. She jerks at the touch, eyes flying open.

“You like this,” I say, more statement than question. “Being exposed like this. Being played with.”

She shakes her head, but her eyes say otherwise. I chuckle darkly, my thumb pressing harder. “Your body doesn’t lie,krasivaya. You’re dripping on the table.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but the words die on her lips as I slide a finger inside her. She’s tight, hotter than I remember, and so damn wet. Her hands scrabble at the desk as she moans, her head falling back.

“Aleksei,” she groans my name, and it sends a bolt of satisfaction through me.

My thumb circles her clit as I add another finger, stretching her, filling her. She’s so damn eager. I keep my thumb moving in tight circles as my fingers thrust, finding a rhythm that has her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“Harder,” she whispers, the demand coming as a surprise. I grin, my thumb pressing harder, the vibrations of the toy forgotten. She’s so close to the edge, and I push her over.

Her back arches off the desk again, her nails digging into my arms as she cries out. I lean down and catch her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as she comes apart around my fingers. Her pussy pulses, clenching around me, and I growl, wanting to feel this again with my cock.

I remove my lips from hers, and she whimpers at the loss, her eyes searching mine as she tries to catch her breath. I lean back, slowly pulling my fingers from her body. She makes a soft sound of protest, her eyes going wide as she realizes what I’m doing.

I bring my glistening fingers to my mouth, tasting her. She bites her lip, watching me with dark, hooded eyes.

“Again,” she breathes, her hips lifting off the desk.

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