His praise hits me like a drug, fueling the way I move on him, making my core clench desperately around nothing. My tongue slides along the underside of his cock, tracing that prominent vein that makes him twitch every time I pay attention to it. I cup his balls gently, massaging them as I suck him harder, faster, pushing him closer to the brink.
He mutters something under his breath, his voice too low for me to catch, and it only fuels my hunger for more. I want him shaking above me. Want him destroyed. I want to know, unequivocally, that I’m the only one who can do this to him, and I want him to realize that too, to brand it onto his very soul.
I glance up through my lashes, and his eyes are locked on me, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps like he’s fighting to hold himself back.
No. Don’t you dare.
I suck him harder, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head before taking him deep again. His whole body goes rigid, tension humming through him.
“I’m close, baby,” he warns, voice strained. “You keep going like that and I’ll?—”
I don’t stop. Don’t even slow down. I grip his thigh tighter with one hand and bob my head faster, sucking deep and hard until he lets out a strangled groan, the rest of his warning dissolving into a guttural curse that sounds like a prayer. His hold in my hair turns painful as his body jerks and shudders, his cock pulsing on my tongue as he comes. I swallow everything, keeping my mouth on him until the last tremor fades, licking him clean with slow, deliberate strokes.
When I finally pull back, he looks down at me like I just ruined him, his chest heaving with his ragged breathing, his eyes dark with a myriad of emotions I can’t quite decipher.
Then something dark sparks in his gaze. “You’re in for it now, young lady,” he says roughly, scooping me up under the arms as if I’m nothing but air.
I gasp, clutching his shoulders for balance as he starts walking with long, purposeful strides towards his desk. “Roan?—”
No answer. He just rounds his desk and lays me flat on my back across the polished surface. The chair scrapes closer as he sits between my legs. Then, without any preamble whatsoever, my skirt is shoved up to bunch around my belly, fully exposing my thong. He groans, running his fingers over the soaked material almost reverently. “Sucking me off did this to you?” His eyes are dark as midnight, burning into me as they meet mine.
A hard swallow catches in my throat, heart hammering a frantic rhythm as I give a small nod. He drags his tongue across his lips, a tempting, deliberate motion that steals my breath. Then, with a slow seductive grace, he hooks his fingers into my thong and eases it down my thighs. I moan when the cool office air kisses my naked cunt, the sudden, shocking sensation making me shiver. He lifts the discarded lace to his nose, and I can’t help but arch off the table as his eyes fall shut, his body shuddering like the very scent of my arousal is the most potent aphrodisiac he’s ever encountered.
The thong vanishes, tossed into a drawer, and before I can protest, he’s grabbing my thighs and spreading them wide, not giving me a single second to think or prepare. More wetness gushes out of me, leaking down onto his desk. My body’s on fire, my clit throbbing needily.
Then his mouth is on me.
I cry out, fingers digging into the edge of the desk as my back arches clean off the surface. His tongue is relentless—noteasing, no gradual warm-up, just pure, unadulterated determination. He eats me out like a man starved, like he needs my cum more than oxygen. His large hands hold my thighs apart while his talented tongue works over my clit, firm and precise, until my body’s jerking with every delicious stroke.
“Roan—oh my god—” I gasp, trying to close my legs against the overwhelming sensation, but he pins me down even harder.
“You can take it,” he growls against my sensitive flesh, his breath hot and rough and making everything more intense. “You wanted to play, baby? Then take what you asked for.”
I’m unraveling fast. The pressure building inside me is almost unbearable, coiling tighter and tighter. His tongue dips, circles my entrance, then returns to my clit, sucking hard enough that my vision whites out and stars explode behind my eyes. I grab his hair, desperate for something solid, but it’s useless. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up for even a second. My body feels like it’s levitating, hovering in that impossible space between pleasure and insanity.
I’m so close it actually hurts.
He slips one finger inside me while sucking on my clit, and I lose it. I cry out his name—loud, raw, and probably audible throughout the entire house—as my orgasm rips through me, my whole body shuddering on the desk. He holds me down and keeps going until I’m shaking uncontrollably, until I’m literally begging him to stop, until my voice breaks.
Finally, he lifts his head. His lips are wet and glistening, eyes dark with something that looks dangerously close to possession. “That’s right, baby,” he murmurs darkly, lashing his tongue across my oversensitive clit one last time. “Scream my name. Let everyone in this house know who you belong to.”
I should stop him. Should tell him not to say things like that when he doesn’t really mean them. But I don’t. Because some stupid, achingly hopeful part of me wants to belong to him. And right now, in this moment of shattered pleasure, I think Ialready do. And I desperately want him to belong to me as well, to be branded as mine.
Roan gets on his feet, towering over me where I’m still sprawled across his desk like an offering, and his cock is already hard again. My stomach tightens at the way he’s looking at me—hungry and wild and completely unhinged. I don’t know how he does this to me. One look from him and I’m wet all over again, as if I didn’t just come so hard my heart is still racing.
He lifts me off the desk and kisses me, not rough and demanding like before, but soft and slow, like I’m something precious. It makes my chest ache and my toes curl at the same time, a confusing mix of emotions. Then he spins me around so fast my head spins with it.
Before I can even process what’s happening, he bends me over the desk. His hand lands hard on my ass, sharp enough to pull a gasp from me. I groan, my nipples dragging against the inside of my bra as my chest presses flat into the desk, sending another shock of arousal through me. I suddenly realize I’m still fully dressed—except for the thong he stripped off earlier—and somehow that only makes it hotter. He’s behind me, completely naked, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body even before he touches me.
He drags the thick head of his cock along my entrance—teasing, testing—and I can’t stop myself from pushing my hips back against him, desperate to have him inside me again, craving his fullness.
Then he sinks in.
Slowly. Deeply. Stretching me open all over again. A delicious invasion.
My cunt clamps around him instantly, greedy and tight, and he lets out a choked sound, something low and harsh in Albanian that I don’t understand. But the way he says it, the raw need in his voice, makes me even wetter.
He starts moving, not fast—just enough to make me feel every inch of him. One hand on my waist, keeping me locked against him, the other fisted in my hair, controlling me, owning me. My moans spill out unchecked, every thrust pulling a new one from my mouth. I can't hold them back. I don’t want to. I’m so far gone I don’t care how loud I’m being.
