Chapter 20 #2
"Weird," Anna muttered outside. "I could've sworn the boss was in. Oh well, maybe she stepped out."
The footsteps receded.
I let out a breath of relief, but in the next instant, Igor sucked down hard, his fingers hitting that devastating spot inside me.
"Ahhh!" I bit the back of my hand to muffle the scream as my body convulsed. The orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami, my thighs clamping around his head as I trembled on the desk.
He kept licking, prolonging the waves until I was oversensitive and pushed his head away. "I can't—it's too intense."
He finally rose slowly, his lips swollen and chin slick, looking incredibly sexy.
"You nearly squeezed the life out of me." He licked his lips. "Do you have any idea how tight you get when you come? If my cock had been inside, I'd be—"
"Shut up," I blushed furiously, covering my face with my hands.
He chuckled, gently prying my hands away and kissing my forehead. "Do you still doubt how much I crave you, Elena?"
I looked at him, seeing the mix of tenderness and desire in his eyes. My heart raced.
"I..." I didn't know what to say.
"I know you're still scared," he said. "Scared I'll leave again. But Elena, I promise you."
He lifted me up, pressing my hand to his chest so I could feel his heartbeat.
"This belongs to you. My heart, my body, my soul—all yours. I won't make that mistake again."
Tears slipped down my cheeks, and he leaned in, kissing them away.
"Trust me," he whispered. "Give me one more chance to prove I deserve it."
I gazed at him—this man who'd hurt me before, now essentially begging. My mind urged caution, but my heart had already chosen.
"Okay," I heard myself say. "But if you hurt me again—"
"You can kill me," he said earnestly. "I swear it."
He kissed me again, soft and deep, a world away from the earlier raw hunger.
My lips and tongue responded passionately. When the kiss broke, he murmured against my mouth, "Want to pick up where we left off?"
I answered by sliding my hand over his crotch.
His breath caught, eyes darkening with renewed hunger. "Fuck, Elena. That's my girl."
He stepped back a bit, stripping off his clothes in a hurry—shirt torn away, revealing that sculpted chest with its dusting of dark hair; pants shoved down, shoes and socks kicked off until he was completely naked before me.
His body was a testament to raw power, muscles rippling under tight skin, and his cock—thick, veined, already rock-hard and throbbing for attention.
God, he was massive, every inch radiating dominance.
"I need more of your touch, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He took my hand and placed it on his face, the rough stubble grazing my palm.
I complied, my fingers tracing his sharp jawline, down his strong neck.
He closed his eyes, leaning into it like he was starving for it.
My hands glided lower, over his broad chest, thumbs circling his nipples.
They pebbled under my touch, and he let out a sexy gasp, his chest rising and falling heavily.
"Shit, that feels incredible," he muttered, voice husky. "Don't stop. Touch me all over."
Encouraged, I trailed my palms down his firm abs, feeling the defined ridges tense beneath my fingers. He was like warm, living marble, each muscle flexing as I explored him.
Finally, I reached his cock. My hand wrapped around the base, but first, I cupped his balls, feeling their heavy weight in my palm. "These are so big," I whispered, squeezing gently, marveling at their fullness. "I bet they're loaded with so much."
He smirked, holding my gaze. "Why don't you find out? Test them, baby. Make me come for you."
I started stroking him, my hand sliding up and down his thick shaft, feeling it pulse and swell in my grip.
The skin was like velvet over steel, veins prominent as I pumped faster.
Precum beaded at the tip, slicking my movements.
But after a while, my hand ached from the effort, and he still hadn't come—just groaned deeply, his hips twitching slightly.
"Not putting in enough work, are you?" he teased, his breathing ragged. "Come on, Elena, you're slacking. Make me feel it—really work for it."
Frustrated and aroused, I pushed him toward the office chair. "Sit," I commanded, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice.
He grinned, complying, sinking into the chair with his legs spread wide, his cock standing tall and proud. I dropped to my knees, crawling between his thighs—the position felt deliciously wicked, empowering me in a way that sent a thrill through my core.
"Damn, look at you on your knees," he said, voice gravelly with lust. "Gonna suck me off like the naughty girl you are?"
I didn't respond with words. Instead, I leaned in, my tongue flicking over the swollen head, tasting his salty precum.
He hissed, his hand weaving into my hair.
I licked down the full length, tracing the throbbing veins, then gently sucked his balls, rolling them in my mouth while my hand stroked the shaft above.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, head tipping back. "Suck them harder, baby. Make me ache for it."
I did, taking one fully into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before moving to the other, all while pumping his cock with firm twists.
Then I shifted up, wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking him in deep, bobbing my head with hollowed cheeks.
He was so thick, stretching my mouth to its limit, but I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper until he nudged the back.
"Shit, Elena—deepthroating me like that? You're fucking destroying me," he panted, hips lifting subtly to meet me. "Keep going, and I'm gonna explode down your throat."
I hummed around him, the vibration drawing a curse from his lips.
My hands worked the base that my mouth couldn't reach, twisting and stroking in rhythm.
Saliva dripped down, making everything slick and messy—hot in the best way.
I varied it: long, slow licks along the underside, teasing the sensitive frenulum, then fast, urgent sucks, deepthroating until tears welled in my eyes from the intensity.
His breathing grew erratic, muscles coiling tight. "So close... fuck, baby, swallow every drop. Take it all."
With one final, deep thrust into my mouth, he came hard, hot jets filling me. I swallowed greedily, the salty taste of him flooding my senses, my tongue milking him until he shuddered and eased back, spent.
"Goddamn," he rasped, chest heaving. "My dirty little angel."
He hauled me up with effortless strength, settling me on his lap to straddle him. His hands roamed hungrily, yanking off my top and bra, baring my breasts. He dove in, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the peak.
"Ah, Igor!" I arched into him, grinding against his rapidly hardening cock.
He bit down lightly, then soothed with his tongue, switching to the other. "These perfect tits are all mine," he murmured between licks and bites. "Gonna fuck you senseless, make you scream my name until you can't think straight."
His hands stripped away my skirt and the rest, leaving me completely naked on his lap. He positioned me just right, his cock pressing at my entrance, then drove up into me in one powerful thrust.
"Oh fuck!" I cried, the sudden fullness stretching me deliciously.
He gripped my hips, slamming up into me with hard, rapid thrusts, each one burying him deep. The angle rubbed perfectly against my clit, building the pressure fast. "Ride me hard, baby. Feel how deep I'm claiming you?"
I bounced on him, matching his rhythm, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. It hit me quickly—I came undone, my walls clenching around him like a vise, crying out as the waves of ecstasy crashed over me.
But he wasn't finished. He lifted me off, his cock slipping out wet and glistening, and laid me back on the desk with my legs dangling over the edge. I was still lost in the afterglow, hazy and sensitive, when something cool and rigid pushed into me.
"What the—?" I gasped, glancing down.
He smirked, twisting it slowly. "Your favorite pen, baby. The one you're always using."
My face burned with embarrassment. "Igor! God, I'll never be able to look at it the same way again."
He laughed darkly, sliding it in and out, the smooth metal teasing my inner walls. It was slender, not filling me like he did, but the chill against my heat sent shivers racing through me. "How does that feel? Cold and unyielding, right? But it's not enough for you, is it? Not like my cock."
He pumped it slowly, building a frustrating, tantalizing ache. Too thin, too cold—it couldn't compare to the hot, throbbing stretch I craved from him. "It's... too small," I whimpered, squirming. "Nothing like you. Please, Igor, fuck me. I need you inside me—your real cock, filling me up."
He grinned wickedly. "Push it out first. Show me how badly you want me. Use those tight muscles and expel it, then I'll give you your reward."
Biting my lip, I concentrated, clenching my inner walls, working to force the pen out. It was humiliating and insanely arousing, my body straining with effort. Finally, it slipped free, clattering to the floor.
"Good girl," he praised, lining up his cock at my entrance. "Now feel the difference—the real thing, hot and ready for you."
He thrust in, his heat replacing the pen's chill in an instant. The contrast was mind-blowing—from icy tease to fiery fullness, heightening every sensation. I moaned loudly, the switch making everything feel strangely, deliciously intense.
"Fuck, you're even wetter from that little game," he groaned, driving deep. "This pussy is addicted to me, isn't it? Gripping me like it never wants to let go."
"Yes! Harder," I begged, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer.
He ramped up the pace, thrusts brutal and relentless, his hips slamming into mine. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Pump you full of me until you're dripping. You're mine—all mine."
The buildup was unstoppable; I came first, screaming as the orgasm tore through me, my body shaking. He followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling hot inside me, growling my name in release.
We panted together, bodies slick with sweat and utterly spent. He pulled out slowly, kissing me with surprising tenderness. "See? That's how desperately I need you. No more doubts."
I nodded weakly, completely wrecked and blissfully satisfied.
After the climax, Igor helped me get dressed.
I slumped in the chair, my gaze inevitably drawn to his naked body as he bent to gather his clothes.
His broad back muscles bulged like a masterfully carved sculpture, every line brimming with power.
Those firm glutes tightened, strong and commanding, reminding me of his wild thrusts inside me and sending a fresh wave of heat up my spine.
When I finally emerged from the haze, Igor was back in his suit, looking every bit the composed man.
"Tonight, when we get home, I want to cook a proper dinner for you and Stella," he said, stopping in front of me.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Are you sure? Last time, you nearly burned the kitchen down. I told you, cooking isn't your strong suit."
"So guide me this time," he said, his eyes soft with warmth. "I want to learn how to take care of you both."
My heart pounded heavily. Maybe this time, things would be different. Maybe we could actually have happiness. Could we?