Page 76 of Porcelain Lies

“Impatient,” I murmur, but I’m just as eager.

I step back, running an eye over the selection of sex toys that have tumbled out of the bag. I stop as something catches my attention.

“Ah,” I say, satisfaction curling my lips as I hold my prize up. Her eyes fly wide as she takes in the silver butt plug.

“No! Wait!” She pushes herself up from the desk but I push her back down with one hand between her soft tits.

“Are you afraid,krasivaya?” I fix my eyes on her face. So many emotions swirl there — desire, shame, shyness… lust — my cock throbs almost painfully against my pants.

She gives a tiny shake of her head. “No,” she whispers.

“Good.” I lift her knees up higher, setting her feet on the edge of the desk. The position exposes every inch of her sweet sex, all the way down to the tight bud of her asshole. I press a fingertip against it and she yelps.

“Relax,” I tell her, sliding the tip of the plug along the seam of her pussy. Her juices are still bubbling from her, dripping down between her butt cheeks. I coat the cool metal in the stickiness, then slide it down against her tight hole.

“Aleksei, wait, I—” She jerks sharply as I press the tip into her. “Shit!” she chokes out.

“I told you to relax,” I say, pushing more firmly. I feel it the moment she loosens her muscles and the sleek objects slides into her.

“Oh my God!” Her words come out in a rush. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed a little as her chest heaves. I steady her body with a hand on her hip as I twist the plug deeper until it settles in place.

“Good?” I ask, watching her face.

“I… I don’t know.” Her voice is tiny; she chews on her plump lower lip.

“It will be,” I tell her with confidence. I reach for the vibrator and flick it on, holding it against her swollen clit.

“Fuck!” she half-yells, her body bowing off the surface of the desk. I push her back down, watching intently as her thigh muscles quiver. Her pussy gapes open and it’s an invitation I can no longer resist.

Unzipping my fly, I tug out my aching cock and stroke my hand along the shaft. It’s all I can do to stop myself from releasing my load across her bare belly. But that’s not going to happen. When I come, it’s going to be deep inside her snug little cunt. And right now, it’s begging for exactly that.

Her head tosses wildly as I keep teasing her clit with the humming vibrator. After three orgasms in quick succession, the nerve endings must be on fire. Fisting my cock, I rub the thick head against the open mouth of her pussy, collecting myself for a second before I thrust in.

The moment our bodies connect, it’s like a strike of lightning. Everything else fades away, and there’s only her.

“Fuck!” she yells. “Oh… God… fuck!” She bucks against me so wildly I have to grasp both her hips to stop her from bucking away from me before I can set up a steady rhythm. When I do, her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. My hands run over her bare skin, cupping her ass, pulling her against me. She’s soft, her body perfectly molded to mine.

“Please,” she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I look down at her, her eyes cloudy with desire. She’s stunning like this, her lips swollen from chewing on them, her hair tumbling across the desk in dark waves.

“As you wish,krasivaya,” I say, and then I’m claiming her mouth, swallowing her moans as I thrust into her.

She’s so damn tight, hot as hell, and I lose myself in the sensation. Her inner walls grip me like a vise, milking me as I move. I can feel the hard ridge of the butt plug firmly lodged in her ass as my shaft slides deep into her. My hands find her breasts, palming them, thumbing the nipples as I set a punishing pace.

She arches against me, meeting my thrusts. I angle my hips, hitting that sweet spot inside her, and she cries out, her body tightening around me.

“Yes,” she pants, “there.”

I grin, thrusting harder, faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixed with her little gasps and moans. I reach between us, finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I fuck her.

“Aleksei,” she moans my name, “I’m close.”

“Come for me,krasivaya,” I order, and she does, her inner walls convulsing around me as she shatters. It’s like watching her transform into something wild and unrestrained. Her eyes are glazed, her face twisted with pleasure. Mindless words tumble from her lips as she cries out, color flooding her cheeks and chest.

Blyad.

She’s fucking beautiful.

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