Page 10 of Bound By Revenge

Her lips curve into a smirk, breath hitching as she tilts her head to meet my gaze. “Whatever you want,” she whispers, her voice dripping with tease, like she knows exactly how to push my buttons.

Then, with a wicked smile, she lowers her arms, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I swear under my breath. So fucking beautiful…

I’m transfixed by her enthralling performance, but the sight of her so close, clad in nothing but a few wisps of silk and lace, shatters the last remnants of my self-control. My hands reach out, eager to feel the warmth of her skin against mine, and desperate to learn what her breasts feel like.

"Ah-ah-ah," she says, moving away. "Slow down, big guy. Now it's my turn.” She pushes me back into the chair, and I let her do what she wants. For the time being.

I lean back and watch her come closer. She sits on my lap, and a thin piece of fabric barely conceals what I long to touch. I reach for her chest, but she quickly catches my wrists, preventing me from touching her and forcing my arms back onto the chair's armrests.

A playful grin spreads across her face. “Not yet.” I go along with it for now, wondering what the siren has planned. “There’s something about sitting almost completely naked on top of a fully clothed guy that really turns me on. I'm into this, Nik. Way too much. I think you like it as well.”

With a teasing smile, she rotates her hips, rubbing her damp panties against my aching cock. I groan, gripping the chair so hard I fear it might break. Even through our clothes, I can feel her heat.

“Let me touch you,kiska,and I’ll show you just how much I like it,” I say, my accent growing thicker.

“Hmm... There’s that mysterious word again, in that voice of yours.” Her dark blue eyes twinkle mischievously as she shudders. “You don’t play fair.”

She guides my hands to her hips, her fingers curling over mine, then leans in and kisses me. I brace for something rough, fierce, a reflection of the fire in her eyes—but instead, her lips meet mine with a softness that catches me off guard. Slow, deliberate, her tongue brushes the seam of my mouth, coaxing me, disarming me.

My fingertips dig into the firm flesh of her ass as I thrust my hips against her, craving any friction I can get. The calculated restraint in her touch evokes a strange sensation—a mixture of unadulterated bliss and agonizing torment. A groan escapes me as her tongue sweetly plays with mine.

Spurred on, she tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer as she quickens her pace, her kisses growing more passionate and urgent. Moaning into my mouth, she spreads her legs wider for me. She starts grinding on me again, her silk underwear rubbing against my dick. Her breasts brush against me, clouding my thoughts.

So warm… I need to lose myself inside her.

Grinding harder and faster against my cock, she breaks away from our kiss to lean back. Driven by instinct, I cover her breasts with my mouth. I flick her nipple with my tongue, sucking it hard. Clasping me to her chest, she cries out.

She gasps for air, her hips grinding against mine in a wild rhythm, pushing herself towards a climax. The feel of her silk-covered lips against my cock is so overwhelming that I am on the brink of coming in my trousers.

Suddenly, I can’t stand the idea of any barriers between me and her warm pussy. Need to see it, taste it. I must feel it on my tongue and lips as she comes for me.

I rise from the chair and bring her to the desk facing the big windows. Then I put her on top of it and get down on my knees, right between her legs.

She spreads them wide, and I pause to take in the sight, the sound of her ragged breathing filling the air. The dampness of her black silk thong is obvious, and her scent, laced with her desire, makes me suppress a growl.

Once I feel her wetness, any thoughts of teasing her into climax vanish immediately as my hand brushes against the edge of her panties.

“Keep looking at me,” I command, and when her breath hitches, my fingers snag the cloth. With a sharp pull, I tear it open, exposing her.

The rip of fabric is loud in the quiet room, and she gasps, startled by my sudden action. But I’m too mesmerized by her to apologize. I almost let out a sigh. Gorgeous girl…

Her beauty stuns me, but the urge to taste her is irresistible. Once I bury my face between her thighs, I don’t even consider starting slowly. Instead, I devour her with my kiss. One taste and I’m lost, closing my eyes and groaning.

She cries out, tangling her fingers in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting and opening her legs wider. I love it. Her nails scrape my scalp as her hips buck against my mouth, desperate for more.

“Fuck…” she breathes, her voice trembling.

I hum against her, letting the vibration ripple through her sensitive flesh as I devour her. My tongue flicks over her swollen clit, circling, then pressing, coaxing louder moans from her lips. She inhales sharply, her hips grinding against me. My hands slide up her thighs, gripping hard enough to leave marks as I anchor her in place.

When I slip a finger inside her, her head falls back, and she lets out a choked sob of pleasure. Her walls grip me tightly, hotand slick, and I can’t resist adding another finger. She writhes, her heels digging into my back, but I pin her hips to the desk, refusing to let her escape my relentless assault.

“Please, Nik,” she pants, her voice breaking as she begs for more.

I look up, my lips glistening with her, and smirk. “Not yet. I’m just getting started.”

Her thighs tremble as I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them to hit that perfect spot while my tongue circles her clit in a punishing rhythm. Her cries grow louder, her body arching off the desk, and I can feel her teetering on the edge. But just as she’s about to fall, I pull back, leaving her gasping and trembling.

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