Page 25 of Dark Seduction

Her hand finds my hardness, stroking it slowly, exploring as she acquaints herself.

After a few minutes of her stroking me, she unhooks her seatbelt and leans over, taking charge of my eager manhood. She starts off slow, with gentle licks and teasing kisses, before diving in.

Her mouth feels like pure heaven as she takes me deeper, her technique a mix of tender laps and determined suction.

Her handwork is just as expert, one hand firmly at my base while the other ventures to add more thrill. I let out a low groan, the car filling with the wet sounds of her enthusiasm.

She’s got me on the edge, and every muscle in my body tenses with the need for release.

But I’ve got other plans. Just as we pull into her apartment block, I lay a firm hand on her head, easing her off.

"Enough for now," I manage to say, my voice thick with restrained need. The restraint only sharpens my anticipation.

She licks her lips, a satisfied look in her eyes. "You're delicious," she comments with a playful smirk.

"I'm glad you enjoyed," I respond, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly as we exit the car.

As we walk toward her building, I take in the sight of the charming brick walk-up.

Her place is a small, cozy studio that reflects her style: functional yet inviting.

While I appreciate the charm, part of me feels she deserves something more.

But there’s no time to dwell on that thought as we're quickly wrapped up in each other. The moment her door shuts behind us, we’re kissing fiercely, hands roaming as we peel away each other’s clothes.

I squeeze her breasts, her ass, each touch making her moan as she presses herself closer into me. The world outsideher apartment fades away, leaving just the heat and urgency between us.

She pulls back slightly, her expression turning serious for a moment. "Is this really a good idea? I am your employee after all."

I chuckle softly. "We crossed that line the moment I ate your pussy on my desk," I remind her.

A mischievous grin spreads across her face, her thoughts obviously drifting back to that night. Encouraged by her response, I cup her cheek gently, making sure she understands my next words, "We won't do anything you're not comfortable with.”

She steps closer, her body language signaling her decision. "We’d be idiots to think we could just ignore what’s between us.”

Responding to her admission, I lean in and kiss her deeply, my hand finding its way between her thighs, caressing her over the fabric of her panties. Her body responds immediately, pressing into my touch, the connection sparking with undeniable intensity.

I quickly yank down her panties and toss them aside, eager to feel more of her. My fingers slide easily into her wetness, her body already primed from our heated kisses. I work her slowly at first, feeling her warmth clench around me, then pick up the pace, driving her wild.

My other hand roams her body, grasping her hips, pulling her closer.

Her moans fill the room, driving me crazier with each breathy sound.

"I'm going to fuck you right here against this wall," I growl into her ear.

"Yes, sir," she breathes out.

That's all the confirmation I need. I pull my fingers from her, her slickness making them glisten in the low light.

I lift Dalia effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping tightly around my waist as I pin her against the wall. I position myself at her entrance before I slide my cock into her, relishing the slick warmth of her pussy enveloping me.

I start to move, each thrust deep and forceful, the primal rhythm matched by the slap of skin on skin. Our moans fill the space, hers high and wanting, mine low and guttural.

"You're going to come on my command," I growl into her ear.

"Yes, sir," she gasps out, her voice sultry, her body taut with anticipation.

I increase my pace, driving into her with unrestrained force. Watching her face contort with pleasure, her eyes glazed with lust, I wait for the perfect moment.

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