Page 88 of Savage Reign

“You’ve thought of all this after just one visit. I’m fucking impressed,” I say, enjoying her eyes lighting up.

“There’s also something else I’ve been thinking about.” Her hazel eyes glint as she points to a lone chair in the corner of the studio. “Sit down, Nikolai.”

“Back to Nikolai again?”

She crosses her arms, the tilt of her head playful. “Would you just listen for once? I’m in charge now, and I want you to sit.”

I let out a low chuckle, raising my hands in mock surrender. “Yes, Mrs. Zhukov.” The name suits her fucking perfectly. I cross the room and drop into the chair, leaning back with my hands behind my head.

“You wanted me to dance for you, remember? Well, my ankle’s better.” She arches a brow, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Play something sexy.”

My blood thrums at the suggestion in her tone. I scroll through my phone, landing on a track with a deep, pulsing rhythm that fills the room.

The look she gives me is dark with promise as her hands skim down her body, slow and sensuous, drawing my eyes to every curve. She turns, her back arching as she sways to the beat. The hem of her dress slides higher, flashing me glimpses of bare skin.

She's not just dancing. Each movement feels raw and intimate, meant for my eyes only.

Heat spreads through me with every sway of her body, every flick of her hair, every sultry glance she sends my way.

She steps closer, moving in time with the music. Her hands lift, fingers tangling in her hair, and I swear I feel every shift of her body like a physical touch.

My abs tighten when she sinks to her knees and crawls across the floor toward me. It’s so fucking sexy how she doesn’t break eye contact the whole time. My cock is hard and aching, every nerve alive with need.

Still on her knees, she settles between my legs and puts on a show. Her hands trace their way up her body, cupping her breasts and tugging at her nipples through the silky fabric of her dress. She leans in, her breath brushing against my lips, making me throb. I need to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

She rises to her feet, undoing each button of her dress until it slips down, revealing every perfect inch of her. My gaze devours her—the glow of her skin in the soft light, the curve of her breasts, the tautness of her stomach.

She unhooks her bra, letting it fall away as she arches her back, unapologetic in her beauty. Next, her panties slide down her legs, and with a wicked smirk, she uses them to bind my hands behind my back.

“Jesus, what are you doing to me? A man of my age can only take so much.”

“Torturing you.” She gives me a saucy wink before doing her best to put me in cardiac arrest as she straddles one of my thighs, gripping my shoulders for balance. The friction from her bare pussy pressed against me, even through my pants, has me clenching my jaw to stay in control.

She starts to move, her hips undulating against me in time with the pounding bass. Her breath comes in soft pants, her body brushing mine with every shift.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come in my pants like a fucking teenager if you keep that up.”

She blushes, eyes downcast, as her breath warms my neck. Her hands glide up my chest, nails dragging over the fabric of my shirt.

She moves faster, rocking against me, her fingers tangling in my hair with a gentle tug. My body tenses, every nerve on edge, and when she kneels before me, that tension shifts—morphing into a raw, consuming hunger.

Her fingers trace my length over my pants. My muscles tense beneath her touch, anticipating what comes next.

She takes her time working my belt free, sliding the leather through the loops. The sound echoes in my ears, mingling with the rush of my own blood. She pops the button of my fly and lowers the zipper.

Cool air brushes against my heated skin as she eases my dick free. I suck in a sharp breath, my hands fighting against their lace restraints. But all thought empties from my brain when she wraps her fingers around me and strokes. Pleasure surges through me, hot and electric.

The tip of her tongue flicks out, and a guttural sound escapes my throat. Her eyes meet mine, dark with lust, a wicked smile curving her lips as she licks a bead of pre-cum from the tip, relishing it like a forbidden treat.

When the wet heat of her mouth finally wraps around me, it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. She takes me deeper than I thought she’d be able to. What Sofiya lacks in experience, she makes up for in enthusiasm.

When she’s reached her limit, she swallows, pushing just a little further, and a strangled curse escapes me.

“Eyes on me, I want to see that elegant neck working.”

One glance from beneath those lashes, and I unravel completely. Sofiya might be kneeling in front of me, but she has all the power. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, but it’s a challenge when she looks this good with her plump lips wrapped around my fat cock.

Her tongue swirls around my length as she bobs up and down. One hand grips me at the base, twisting perfectly in sync with her lips. A low hum escapes her, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

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