Chapter 26 —Lev
She was sitting by the window with her head against the glass when I walked in, closing the door behind me. Her honey-blonde hair cascaded down her back, her milk-colored silk slip draped over her figure, with the thin straps secured on her shoulders.
My shoes scuffed against the floor, fingers loosening the tie around my neck. She looked so sexy in that dress, and I couldn’t help the heat spreading across my body.
I’d just returned from a meeting with some potential clients that ended up pissing me off.
Coupled with Viktor’s betrayal that I’d yet to address, I wasn’t exactly in the best of moods today.
All I needed was to ease my tension; I needed a distraction from the fact that my life was gradually falling apart.
What better distraction than the sumptuous meal sitting on the chair in front of me?
My cock twitched in my pants, and my eyes burned with fury and desire. In my head, the sex on the balcony wouldn’t stop playing on repeat. It was a constant reminder that we’d both crossed a line neither of us could come back from.
Not that we wanted to anyway.
It was clear that she could no longer resist me, and I had no intentions of holding back anymore. The feeling was mutual. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. So why torture ourselves?
Right now, I didn’t just want her. I needed her.
I took my jacket off, tossed it on the nearest couch, and strolled over to her.
My tie sagged around my neck. My eyes were fixed on her body, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing in anticipation.
I had no idea what I was going to do to her yet.
But I was certain of what was about to happen in the next few seconds.
She turned around and met my gaze, a small smile lighting up her face. “Hi. You’re home early.”
I paused for a second, taking a moment to admire her beauty and the sparkle in her blue eyes. “I had a reason to leave early.”
Ravyn rose to her feet, her body shrouded beneath the fabric of her silk slip, the hem flowing at her feet. She closed the distance between us, her movement slow and reverent.
“How’d it go with the clients?” she asked, reaching for the tie, which was loose around my neck.
I watched her take the tie off, her manicured fingers undoing the buttons of my black shirt.
“The meeting was a bust,” I answered, eyes pinned on her.
“Well, it’s their loss. Not yours.” She glanced up at my face. “They just missed out on an opportunity of a lifetime.”
Somehow, her words felt more comforting than I expected. When her fingers massaged my shoulders, I noticed the tension easing from my body.
Damn, she was really good at making me feel good. Her massage skills were off the charts, and with each movement of her fingers, my muscles relaxed, as did my brain. I didn’t know she had such a hidden talent.
I closed my eyes, basking in the relief her hands offered. She undid all the buttons of my shirt—one at a time—then leaned in to kiss the nape of my neck. Her hands traversed my torso, and sooner than I could blink, she sent my shirt sliding off my body.
“You’re stressed out,” she whispered in my ear, palming my chest muscles. “Let me help you relax.”
The sound of her voice, low and seductive, ignited a flame within me. My cock swelled in my pants, and my heart skipped a beat. The plan was to claim her again tonight, ram her so hard until she begged me to come. But it appeared she had something else planned out for me.
For the first time, she made the first move. She took the wheel, dictating how this would play out. Tonight, I wasn’t in control. She was.
Ravyn took my shirt off, tossed it to the floor, and kissed my torso all the way down.
She knelt in front of me, unzipped my pants, and gave them a little tug, revealing my pair of boxers. Ravyn dipped her hand inside, held my cock, massaged it a little, and then withdrew it. Her lips twisted into a smug smirk, her blue eyes flicking up at me.
My head was lowered, my gaze unwavering as I watched her stick her tongue out. She twirled it around my cap, her hands slowly stroking my length. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as she teased me with the tip of her tongue.
She didn’t take her eyes off me, and I loved that she didn’t. Holding her gaze was nerve-wracking because I got to see the sexy expression on her face. She stuck out her tongue, tapping my cock on it with a mischievous grin.
“Someone’s feeling naughty tonight,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Very naughty,” she answered, both hands stroking my length. “I’m getting wet just thinking about putting your cock in my mouth.” She twirled her tongue around my cap again, teasing me softly.
I let out a throaty groan, my toes curling in my shoes.
She looked deeply into my eyes. “You really have the most perfect cock.”
And with that, Ravyn’s lips wrapped around me, the warmth of her mouth enveloping my shaft. I tipped my head back, my hand threading into her hair, anchoring her in place.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I groaned.
She glanced up at me again, her head gliding in and out of my groin. Her movement was slow at first—rhythmic—as though she was savoring the way my body tensed in response. With every passing second, her pace quickened, each motion echoing in the quiet room.
Driven by passion, I pushed her head deeper into my groin. Her lips parted, eyes rising to hold my gaze as she choked and gagged on my cock. She gripped my thighs for support, her breath hitched, brows drawing together.
My cock was deep in her throat, and the second I pulled it out, a loud gasp fell from her mouth. Her breathing was ragged, a thread of saliva lingering on her lower lip.
I leaned down, gently tapping her face. “You’re such a bad girl.”
“Oh, yeah?” She worked me with a rhythm that stole my breath. “You can make me gag as much as you want.” Her teeth deliciously grazed my cap, her seductive eyes still locked to mine. “I’m your dirty little whore.”
Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Ravyn? I wondered, pleased by this shameless version of her.
Her palms slid along my length, smooth and unyielding, each measured stroke drawing a groan from me. She spat on my cock then stuck it back inside her mouth. Her warmth enveloped me again, her movements quick and rhythmic.
I reached down, taking a handful of her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. She was so good with her mouth that I felt myself unraveling at her touch. My legs trembled beneath me, my face contorted in pleasure.
She gazed up at me, her lips wrapped around my cock as she sucked the stress out of me. My muscles stiffened, and my breath hitched in my throat. For a moment there, my brain went blank, my lips parting in a silent scream.
Jolts of electricity surged through my blood, my body twitching, betraying how close I’d come to losing composure. A low growl fell off my lips, and my grip in her hair tightened.
She pulled her head from my groin, a thick thread of drool linking her lips to my cock. Ravyn dipped her face beneath my shaft, her tongue teasing my balls before taking them in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I growled.
She sucked on my sac, clean-shaven, while toiling with my length at the same time. Ravyn stroked my cock with practiced ease, her mouth working my balls with greedy precision. She angled my cock to face the ceiling, licking me all the way from my sac through to my cap.
Ravyn knew exactly what she was doing. She was skilled in ways that made my body twitch and my muscles contract.
She latched on to my cock again, hungrier this time, her mouth claiming every inch she could.
The nasty, messy slurps of her sucking filled the room, her skilled tongue rolling over me as if wanting to devour.
“Show me who really owns this pretty little mouth, Daddy,” she whispered, looking right into my eyes.
I braced her head with both my hands, my waist grinding in her face. I started off slow, driving my cock into her mouth, but soon quickened my pace. She gripped my thighs, making intense slurping noises on each thrust.
A loud gasp came forth as I pulled out, letting her catch her breath for a moment.
Her lips curled into a wide grin, her mouth covered in moisture.
“You can fuck my mouth for as long as you want,” she said, her palm sliding along my length, her voice sweet as honey.
“I promise I’ll let you cum wherever you want. ”
I leaned in, tapping my cock on her face, watching her giggle softly. I could barely recognize the woman kneeling before me—she was wild, unrelenting, and nothing was holding her back.
She parted her lips and pushed my cock between them.
I cupped her head in my palms, my hips grinding into her mouth with relentless strokes.
She choked and gagged over and over again until her eyes were teary.
Every so often, I’d pull out, granting her a second to breathe before burying my cock in her throat again.
My toes curled, my body stiffened, and a primal growl shook my legs. I withdrew from her mouth, but her hands skillfully gliding over my length drew me closer to the edge. She stroked my length with quick, feverish motions, chasing my unraveling.
My groan deepened, face twisted in ecstasy as her fist glided hard and fast with a pace that left no mercy.
“Fuck!” I growled like a wounded animal.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, looking up at my face as if savoring the pleasure etched on it. “Where would you like to cum tonight?”
I was too lost in ecstasy to give a response without making a fool of myself. My lips were quivering, eyes squeezed shut as I released deep groans that signaled my arrival.
She kept working on me, her hands moving in a rapid blur, designed to undo me. Her strokes were ruthless, slick, and unyielding, each one dragging an even deeper groan from my chest.
I was climaxing, consumed by her handjob.
Still, she didn’t stop—didn’t even break her rhythm.
I was losing my mind. My legs could no longer carry weight, and my brain had completely shut down.
“Whenever you’re ready, I want you to shoot your entire load into my mouth,” she said, her sweet voice sending chills down my spine. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
I’d never been the type to announce my arrival with words—I’d rather let my growl do that for me. But tonight, Ravyn’s excellent performance forced the words out of me.
“God, I’m cumming!” My whole body stiffened, my breath hitched, and my eyes widened in shock.
“I wanna taste it,” she said, desperate and needy. “Please, give it to me—gimme your cum, Daddy,” she added, her voice laced with urgency, her mouth wide with anticipation.
“Fuccckkk!” I exploded, legs shaking beneath me.
“Yesssss!” Delight lit up her face. “Give me every last drop.”
My load sprayed all over her stuck-out tongue, dripping down her lips and chin. The release drained me of strength, especially as I looked down at her face, part of which was dotted with my load.
She gazed up at me through her lashes, a wide grin playing on her lips. The sight was sinful, yet erotic. Her mouth was open, glistening as though she was basking in the mess I’d made of her.
Her throat bobbled, and I watched her swallow me down in one smooth gulp. Ravyn scooped what was left on her lips with her fingers, then swept her palms across her face, smearing the remaining streaks over her cheeks.
“Mmm. Yum!” she said, still holding my gaze.
I helped her to her feet, shock rippling through me, sharp and unexpected. For a moment, I could only stare in amazement, breath caught in my throat. I tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. For the first time, a woman had left me speechless after sex.
Her blue eyes bore into mine, a hint of hunger simmering beneath the surface. She wasn’t done with me yet. Not by a long shot.