Page 107 of Ivory Oath

“Once I fuck a baby into you, I want you to take these pictures again.”

The words are on the tip of my tongue. I’m pregnant now. You’ve already fucked a baby into me.

But I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this moment to be sweet or tender.

I want to feel depraved.

“I hope it happens now,” he snarls, our bodies slapping together. “Any time I see you and the way you’re growing my child, I’ll remember you like this: bent over my desk, dripping wet for me.”

My pussy quivers around him. Pleasure pulses through me and I know he feels it based on the way he grunts, his fingers digging deeper into my hips.

All at once, he pulls out and flips me over.

“Mikhail!” I whine, instantly sliding my hand between my legs. “I’m so close.”

“Me, too. But not yet.” His eyes are black as he reaches for my shirt and shoves it over my chest. He palms my breasts, making my sensitive nipples scream. I hiss and he likes it.

So do I.

“You lured me here with lunch and now, you’re edging me on your desk?” I whimper, sounding every bit as pathetic as I feel. “It’s cruel.”

“I’m not edging you, Viviana.” He drags a finger between my breasts and over my belly button. He slips between my legs and parts me, examining the most intimate part of me like it belongs to him. Because it does. “I want to test out a theory.”

I sink my teeth into my lower lip. “What theory is that?”

He leans over me, kissing my stomach and my hips. Then he grins over the length of my body. “I want to know if you taste as good as you look.”

He drags his tongue over me and I cry out. My fingers find their way to his hair and I tug on him, not fully sure if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away. The sensation building is too big. I don’t know what to do with it.

His tongue delves into me as he hooks my legs over his shoulders. I clench my thighs around his ears, terrified he’ll leave me like this.

“Is this better than your hand?” he murmurs between kisses to my clit.

My back arches off the table. I can’t answer him, but the cry I let out has to be enough. He has to know that he’s absolutely destroying me.

He thrusts his tongue into me again and then grabs my wrist. He brings my hand between my thighs and he doesn’t need to tell me what to do.

I circle my fingers over myself the way I wanted to the other day. It wouldn’t have been enough then, but with Mikhail tongue-fucking me, it only takes a few strokes before I’m airborne.

“Mikhail!” I moan, rolling my hips against his mouth to take him deeper. He has to band his arm across my hips to keep me from bucking off the desk.

“We’re so much better together,” he growls and I feel the vibration of it inside of me. Then he stands up and slams himself inside of me.

I’m still pulsing when he fills me.

“Oh, fuck.” My leg is hooked over his shoulder and he turns and kisses my knee, my calf. He thrusts into me, prolonging what was already an earth-shattering orgasm. “You feel so good, Viviana.”

I’m coming down and my vision clears. I get to watch as Mikhail pumps into me. His brows are pinched together. His square jaw is like granite, clenched tighter than I’ve ever seen it.

Knowing the pictures I sent could bring a man like Mikhail to this is intoxicating.

Then he looks down at me and explodes.

He spills into me in long, steady strokes. I feel the heat of him seeping through every part of my core. When he’s done, he lets my legs fall to the side and collapses against my chest.

“Fucking hell.” He presses a lazy kiss to the underside of my breast. “You look so good when I make you come.”

“What a coincidence. I feel so good when you make me come.” I laugh and run my fingers through his sweaty hair.

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