Page 38 of Ruthless Lullaby

Oh.

My.

God.

For a moment, I feel like I’m going to explode with desire. A guttural moan escapes my lips as I allow him to feast upon me, his skilled mouth relentlessly savoring my juices. "Look at me," he commands. "I want you to watch as I lick you." His head bobs rhythmically between my thighs, his lips and tongue worshipping my sex.

"Ooooh," I groan. It’s all I can manage. Fisting my hands in his hair, I grind myself against his face. He answers my demand, plunging his fingers deep inside me, stroking and curling them in tandem with the wicked ministrations of his tongue. The dual sensations send shockwaves through my body, my nerve endings firing in a frenzy of ecstasy. "Oooohh, you… bastard," I cry. Tightening my grip on his hair, I push his face deeper into my center. "Don't you dare to stop."

Maron redoubles his efforts, adding another finger to my slick pussy, his tongue flicking and swirling over my most sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh God, yes!" I cry out, my body quivering on the precipice of release. "Please... Please..."

His fingers and tongue work in perfect harmony, driving my body to the hilt and beyond. With a final, deft stroke, he sends me hurtling over the brink, making every fiber in my body convulsing in the throes of an earth-shattering climax. My inner walls clench around his fingers, as I reach my peak.

“Ooooh… Fuck!” I cry, my body shaking wildly against his touch. I buck, squirm, tremble under his grip until I’m spent utterly and completely.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm subside, Maron gently unhooks my legs from his shoulders, his face glistening with my juices. I lie there still, feeling like a used-up ragdoll.

But he doesn’t stop there. He moves in for a kiss yet again, even deeper this time. I wrap my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his shoulder, leaving red marks on his skin. Then, he breaks contact with my lips and moves lower, trailing soft kisses down my jawline and along my neck, nuzzling into the crook between my ear and shoulder. His touch sends more shivers down my spine, making my heart race with anticipation.

It’s been mere minutes since I climaxed, but I’m ready for him again. His oaky scent intoxicates me, making me even more aware of how much I want him. Every part of me, every fiber in my body aches for his touch as he continues his trail lower.

I let out a soft moan. "Fuck me, Maron."

“You want your boss to fuck you?” He teases.

“Yes… I want my boss to fuck me.” I whimper, no longer caring about what the consequences may be.

"Beg for it," he commands.

My sex is on fire. I’m a drenched, moaning hot mess. I don’t care anymore. "Please, boss… Please, fuck me."

"That so? You want your boss’ dick in your pussy, huh?"

The dirty talk is too much. I can’t contain my desire any longer. "Fuck… yes," I demand, "Take me, Maron! I want to feel your dick inside me!"

That seems to do the trick. He smirks, and in one swift motion, he positions himself over me and slides in.

Holy shit!

I always thought he was big, but I didn’t realize he wasthisbig. He fills me up so much, that for a moment, I feel like he’s going to rip me in half. The sheer force of his thrust knocks the air out of my lungs. I buck, gasp, as the sensation of being filled so utterly and completely makes me fight for air.

“Oooh,” I wheeze as my insides are filled with his hot throbbing flesh. I am seeing little stars explode as he starts pumping, sending electric jolts of pleasure up and down my spine. "Oh, God… harder," hear my own commanding voice as I finally find air. "I’m… I’m going to come fast."

“You want to come on your boss’ dick?” He pants, pumping harder and deeper now.

“Fuck… yes! I’m going to come… boss,” is all I can force out.

"Then get ready to come for me," he growls in response to my desperate plea.

Each thrust rocks me closer to the edge until I'm nearly paralyzed with pleasure. My legs start to tremble as the tension builds further and further inside of me. But Maron doesn't stop or slow down; he only drives deeper, pumps faster and harder until the dam starts to crack under the pressure.

"Maron!" I cry out as my body convulses around him. “I’m… coming,” I hold onto him tightly, still afraid that the intensity of his thrusts might break me apart.

"Then fucking come with me,lisichka," he pants, driving me even further into the depths of my own wild pleasure.

"Oh… Fuck!” I yell uncontrollably, wrapping my fingers through his hair. “Come with me, Maron. Fill me up."

And then everything explodes, sweeping me away with the force of a tsunami. My body tenses and shudders, my hips bucking and my legs shaking wildly as I reach my peak. My insides clench around his stone-hard erection, milking him with every shudder of my body, finally making him spill his seed deep into me.

---