Page 184 of Nemesync
She smiled proudly. “Do you like it?”
“A lot,” I answered between two moans.Fuck, she was killing me.
I controlled myself as long as I could, but when I felt like it was coming, she just lowered her mouth and took my dick between her lips.
Fuck me.
She continued to stroke, and I released myself in her mouth. “You’re making me so proud, Zanae,” I breathed, taking her hair around my fist to maintain her there.
She swallowed everything.
My toy was so pretty with my cum dripping down her chin. “That’s perfect. You look beautiful with my cum on your face and ready to be fucked in my office.”
She got back up, a little smile playing on her lips as she added, “Now, ruin me, Volkov.”
At that moment, nothing else matters.
It was the first time my heart and body resonated in agreement. The intimacy of touching her, feeling her, tasting her, witnessing her lose herself beneath me and because of me,fuck, it was insane.
I lift her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist once again, and her arms securing her around my neck. Pressing her against the wall, I guided one of her hands above her head, our fingers intertwining.
In her gaze, I found a world where I only exist for those eyes.
She kissed me, her lips smooth and warm, with a hunger that matches my own.
I gripped her hips, whispering huskily, “Tell me,Milaya, what do you want me to do to you?”
Her gaze locked with mine, her breaths quickened, and in a heated whisper, she confessed, “I want you, Elijah. I crave you; I want it all—your hands, your lips—until I’m so sore that I can still feel you deep inside long after.”
This woman was my downfall, and if death awaited in her eyes, I’d welcome it with a smile. “I’m going to take care of that little perfect cunt of yours.”
I kissed her as if my very breath depended on it, her lips dancing with mine, her body melding with mine, and a soft moan escaping her lips as her groin met mine.
“My, my, Zanae, so needy…” I whispered against her lips.
With my hand, I lowered my pants and pushed the lace of her thong to the side, guiding my cock and caressing her entrance for a few seconds with my tip, feeling how wet she is for me.
“You’re so wet, I can practically taste you from here.”
Her head fell on my shoulder, and in a frustrated voice, she urged me, “Stop being a sadist, Volkov. It’s torture.”
I chuckled, and without warning, I thrusted deeply inside her.
It felt so good that I couldn’t suppress the involuntary sound escaping my lips this time—low and weak. “You like it when I torture you.”
I’m so loud with her, it’s not even funny.
It’s like I can’t help but let her know just how amazing she makes me feel.
“Fuck, I can hardly squeeze in,Milaya.”
I increased the pace of my thrusts, feeling her hand tighten around mine on the wall as she moans my name in ecstasy. “Eli-I-I fuck...”
“Take it like the smart girl you are,” I whispered.
With each movement, her delicate and fragile back pressed against the wall, colliding against it harder each time. The sound urged me on to drive deeper into her and intensify the rhythm of my thrusts.
That agony and ecstasy, her pain and pleasure, it was exhilarating. The fucking moans escaping her fueled my hunger for more of her.
