He buries his face deeper, tongue stabbing into me, his nose grinding against my clit until I'm thrashing against the desk. His grip on my thighs tightens, keeping me spread wide, open for his mouth. His groans grow louder, wetter, spit dripping down his chin as he eats me like he's gone feral.
I can't breathe. I can't think. My body is vibrating, every nerve raw, every muscle trembling as I ride his tongue without meaning to, grinding down like I need it more than air.
"Dmitri—" My voice breaks, sharp and desperate.
He pulls back just enough to growl, his mouth slick with me. "Say it properly."
"Please. Please don't stop."
He chuckles, low and dark, before diving back in, tongue circling my clit now in slow, punishing laps. His pace is deliberate, cruel, drawing me up higher and higher but never letting me fall. He switches, sucking my clit hard into his mouth, then dragging it between his teeth until I scream.
"Good girl," he groans, his voice muffled against me. "Shake for me. I want to feel you break on my tongue before I even put my cock in you."
My body obeys him before my mind can resist. I'm trembling, thighs quaking, the edge so sharp it's almost unbearable. Every stroke of his tongue drags me closer until I'm practically vibrating, nails clawing at the desk, my cries spilling shamelessly and brokenly.
His mouth is merciless. Every flick of his tongue, every hard pull of his lips on my clit, has me spiraling tighter, body clenching against him like I'll shatter. The edge comes rushing, sharp and brutal, but just as I begin to fall, Dmitri pulls back with a growl, his mouth glistening with me.
"No," he rasps, standing in one fluid motion. His hands grab my waist and drag me back off the desk, shoving me against it again, face pressed down, ass arched high. "You don't get to come yet. Not until I fuck it out of you."
I'm trembling already, slick and aching, when I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance. He slides in with one brutal thrust, burying himself deep to the hilt. The stretch is overwhelming, tearing another cry from me, my body jerking against the desk.
"Christ," he snarls, voice breaking. "You're so fucking tight, I can feel you trying to strangle me."
My legs shake as he withdraws and slams back in, setting a punishing rhythm that leaves me gasping. His hips drive hard against mine, each thrust pushing me flat against the polished wood, the slap of skin echoing sharp and filthy in the quiet room. His hands grip me, one tangled in my hair, the other pinning my hip, forcing me to take every inch.
The overstimulation is unbearable. His tongue had me raw, trembling, so close I thought I'd die—and now his cock ispounding into me, grinding deep, each stroke threatening to snap me in half.
I can't stop the way I clench around him, can't stop the broken sobs spilling from my lips. "Dmitri, please…"
"Please what?" he growls, yanking my head back so I'm forced to see us in the mirror. His cock spears into me again, deep and brutal. "Look at yourself. Look at how you tremble on my cock. You think you can run from me when this is what you do? When your body begs me to keep going?"
The mirror shows it all—my flushed face, tears streaking down my cheeks, breasts bouncing with each thrust, and his cock disappearing into me, slick and brutal. My body jerks helplessly, caught in his grip, trembling as he fucks me harder, deeper, grinding every nerve raw.
"You're mine," he snarls into my ear, hips snapping against me with vicious precision. "Every clench, every cry—it all belongs to me. You'll come when I say. Not before."
My vision blurs. My body is vibrating, shaking uncontrollably, every thrust dragging me closer but never letting me fall. His hand slips between my thighs, fingers stroking my swollen clit as his cock drives into me from behind.
The combination is unbearable. I sob into the desk, my whole body racked with tremors, every muscle taut, every nerve burning with the desperate need to let go.
His fingers circle my clit in ruthless rhythm, every stroke timed to the deep drag of his cock pounding into me from behind. I'm already trembling, already wound so tight it feels like my skin can't contain me. His pace is relentless,punishing, like he wants to carve me open and brand me with every thrust.
"Dmitri—oh God—" My voice is broken, torn between pleading and surrender.
"Say my name when you fall," he growls against my ear, his teeth scraping my skin. His hips slam into me again, harder, sharper. "I want the whole fucking house to know who makes you come."
The overstimulation is unbearable—his cock wrecking me deep, his fingers stroking me raw, his voice in my ear, dark and commanding. My body jerks violently, my legs giving out, but he doesn't let me fall. His arm locks around my waist, holding me upright, forcing me to take every brutal thrust.
And then it breaks.
The orgasm crashes over me like a violent wave, ripping through my body with sharp, uncontrollable tremors. My scream is muffled against my own arm, my cunt clamping down around his cock so hard, it drags a guttural groan from his chest.
"Christ—yes," he snarls, pounding into me faster, riding out the spasms of my body as if he's trying to fuck the orgasm deeper into me. "That's it. That's it. Squeeze me, Aoife. Milk my cock."
I can't stop shaking, my body convulsing with aftershocks while he keeps thrusting, using my spasms like a grip, fucking me harder and harder through the pleasure that borders on pain. My vision blurs, my mouth open on silentcries, my nails raking the desk as he drives me past any point I thought I could survive.
"Look in the mirror," he growls, dragging my head back, forcing my dazed eyes to focus on our reflection. "Look at yourself trembling while I fuck you. Look at what you are when you're mine."
The sight is obscene—my body quaking, breasts bouncing, his cock buried inside me slick and raw, stretching me wide as he pounds deeper. I sob, another shudder tearing through me, my body clenching helplessly around him as another wave threatens.
