Chapter Fourteen #3
I ate her with the flat of my tongue while holding her thighs in place. She bucked her hips, grinding against my mouth as if unable to get enough.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and she tasted so delicious that I could eat her all day. Her moans continued to fan the flames of my desire, making me lose what little control I still had left.
I traced invisible circles on her swollen clit, and her body reacted in a way that told me I was on the right track. So, I stayed there, doing the one thing that seemed to be driving her crazy.
“Ohhh, fuck, yes, Anton…” she purred, legs trembling beneath my grip. “Just like that… Just like that.”
While still on her clit, I dipped my middle finger inside her slippery pussy. I located the root of her clit and began doing the come-hither gesture.
She let out a stifled moan, indicating that the move had taken her off guard.
The more I licked her clit and simultaneously stimulated its root, the more she tried to pull away. However, my hands on her thighs kept her in place.
“Oh, my goodness.” She grabbed a handful of my hair, her fingertips massaging my scalp like a reward for a job well done. “Where’d you learn to do that?”
I didn’t respond. My mouth was too busy for that. When I glanced up at her, she was already positioned on her elbows, and her face was contorted in pleasure. While fisting my hair with one hand, she caressed her breasts with the other.
She moaned. And moaned. And moaned, each one more intense than the last.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” she announced, legs shaking. “I’m coming, Anton, I’m coming.” Her tone was dripping with urgency, as if warning me to take my mouth off.
I heard the soft thud of her back hitting the surface of the table as she writhed against it. Her pussy was warmer than before, and I didn’t take my mouth off until the first squirt hit my jaw.
The second I left her clit, her dam shattered, and she arched her back off the table, moaning quietly. I towered over her, watching her writhe in ecstasy as she had an orgasm.
She’d yet to recover from that when I slid my cock inside her hot pussy, and its walls closed around me. I placed her legs on my chest, my waist grinding against hers, slowly at first.
With her hands in her hair, she held my gaze, her eyes shining with desire. “Harder,” she said, voice laced with desperation. “Fuck me harder. I promise I can take it.”
I spread her legs slightly apart and began driving into her with unrelenting strokes that made her breasts bounce. She gripped the edge of the table, moaning as my groin slapped against hers.
My hands found her waist, and I lifted it inches off the table for better penetration.
“Oh, fuck!” She threw her arms over her head, her titties bouncing up and down.
I reached out to squeeze them with one hand while the other supported her hips from underneath.
She swiped a dab of saliva from her mouth and placed two fingers on her clit. She rubbed hard and fast, as if chasing a pleasure that was within her reach.
I, on the other hand, didn’t slow down. Instead, I quickened my pace, making sure each thrust was deeper than the last.
She sat up in an instant, threw her arms around my neck, and reclaimed my lips. I raised her left leg, placing it on my shoulder while slamming into her with vigorous, unforgiving strokes.
I squeezed her breasts and devoured her lips as she moaned in my mouth. The sweet pain of her fingers raking my back fueled my hunger, drawing me closer to the edge.
I broke our kiss and fixed my gaze on her face, savoring her expression. She looked so sexy and fuckin’ hot. Neither of us looked away, not even while I quickened my pace and began groaning deeply.
With her arms wrapped around my neck, she stared into my eyes, as if daring me to come in her.
I wanted to pull out. But that look had me stuck, wrecking my self-control. My legs trembled beneath me, and my growls became more primal, more guttural, signaling my arrival.
She knew I was about to come—I could see it in her eyes. Yet she didn’t say a word; she just held me tightly like she was hoping I wouldn’t pull out.
I couldn’t even if I wanted to, thanks to that sensual look she gave me.
The next thing I knew, I was already exploding inside her. My muscles contracted, my whole body shook, and I growled like a beast. She held on to me, refusing to break eye contact, and in that moment, I knew something had left me.
A transaction was made, and I didn’t just give her my essence—I also gave her a part of my soul.
When it was all over, she hopped off the table and quietly slipped back into her clothes. She didn’t speak to me—not even a single word. Once fully dressed, Aria grabbed her purse from the couch and walked out of my office.
The shift was clear to me now. This was no longer just about control or risk. Something irreversible had been set in motion, and I recognized that my interest in her had crossed into something deeper and far less manageable.
“Fuck,” I muttered, sinking into the couch, my mind reeling with a thousand thoughts.