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He sits in his chair, yanks my fingers out, brings them to his mouth, and sucks on them hard. I shiver, and anticipation thickens my blood, slowing its flow through my veins. Damn, I can’t wait to have that mouth on me.

He wrenches my hips up and devours me, eating me like a starved man gorging on his new favorite treat.

And it’s so perfect. Delicious.

I cry out at the pleasure swamping me, unable to do anything more than absorb everything he’s doing. I can’t wiggle or grind into his face; I can only pant, moan, and cry.

His tongue thrusts in and out with the same power I imagine his cock will give, before he moves up to my clit and sucks hard. The sensations throw me over the edge, and I come with a scream. It’s one of the hardest orgasms I’ve ever had.

And I want more. “Fuck yes,” I groan, throwing my hands back to anchor myself as he doesn’t let up.

Maybe he has a plan to kill me by orgasm. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve always planned on a short life span, and this is one of the best ways to go if you ask me.

With his other hand, he thrusts two fingers hard and fast inside me, stretching me. My body shudders and clamps down on him, desperate to keep him inside me. He nips my clit, and I cry out as the pain and pleasure send me crashing into another orgasm.

Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. Thank fuck.

He holds me down as my body undulates as much as it can with the waves moving through me, and when I finally lift my head to look at him, he’s looking at me with such primal satisfaction, I swear he’s going to send me right into another one.

Even with my belly rippling through this one, I know he’s not done. No, he’s going to take it all. Everything. He wants me too spent to run again. He plans on keeping me.

Well, who am I to end his dreams too soon? Especially when I’m going to get so much more.

“You’re going to give me one more, lisichka. Then I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to be begging me for mercy before we’re done.” It’s a threat. A promise.

“I don’t beg, pet, but you’re welcome to try.”

It has the desired effect. He shoves two fingers back inside me, and it borders on painful. I gasp but don’t fight him. When he adds a third finger, stretching me even more, I moan and grind down on his fingers.

“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I moan. “Fuck.” He leans down, taking my already sensitive and sore clit in his mouth and sucking hard.

I scream, pain and pleasure warring, but it’s so fucking good.

The door slams open, and I’m moving before my brain can really catch up. If they think they’re going to interrupt me, they are fucking mistaken. “Get the fuck out!” I yell, picking up the closest object and tossing it at the two guards who have come in, guns drawn. When they realize what they’re seeing, barely dodging the stapler I lobbed at them, they duck back out, shutting the door behind them.

Fuckers. Like fuck are they going to get in the middle of what he’s doing to me.

Turning my attention back to Ilya, ready to order him to get back to work, I snap my mouth shut as he flashes a quick grin before renewing his efforts. My orgasm rises fast and sharp once more and far deeper than I’ve ever felt before. The pressure building is almost too much, but there’s no stopping it.

“That’s right, lisichka, give it all to me. Give me everything you got.” He doesn’t even blink when I squirt all over his face and chest; he continues his ministrations, drawing it out as long as he can.

Huh, I don’t think I’ve ever done that before. Pleasure dulls my brain as wave after wave consumes me. My body goes pliant, exhausted when he finally draws away.

Oh, yes, he was definitely worth the wait. My brain is almost giddy with the reality.

“I’m not done with you,” he rasps, lifting my limp body off the desk. He flips me to my belly, kicking my feet apart. “That was for you, this will be for me.”

Silly man. Does he really think I’m going to say no to having him inside me? I can already feel a second wind coming, ready for more. If I only get one time from him, I’m getting every last drop.

I lift and turn my head, watching as he shoves his pants and boxers down. “Fuck, yes,” I moan, pleased. He’s perfectly sized, girthy in a way that will stretch me just right but not hurt me, and the head is covered in precum. “Get inside me, pet. Now. I want you to fill me up.”

His hand lands on my ass, the pain making me jump then moan as fire burns along my skin and renews the desire in my gut. “You’re not in charge here. Be quiet, or I’ll make you.”

He doesn’t have to flirt with me, but I appreciate the effort.

“Gonna gag me on that pretty cock of yours?” I taunt, unable to help myself. “Maybe I should show you just what my mouth can do, huh?”

His eyes glitter with desire, but instead of pushing me to the floor, his smile turns cool. “And let you try to bite me when I’m too rough? I don’t think so.”