Page 78 of Sinful Pleasure

It had been too long. Far too long.

And when his lips met mine, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I missed him—missed this, and in some twisted way, I missed the way he made me feel.His lips were soft but insistent against mine, and I felt a strange rush of satisfaction as he kissed me back, equally eager. But then, his voice broke through the kiss, low and commanding.

“I’m not going to fuck you here, Allyn,” he said. “If you really want to help me, get on your knees.”

The cruelty in his words should have pushed me away. It should have made me stop.But instead, it only made me burn hotter. I didn’t pull back, didn’t hesitate. I didn’t care that it was wrong or dangerous—if anything, it made me want him more.

My breath caught as I met his gaze. The darkness in his eyes reflected my own, raw and unfiltered.

Desire.

No regret. Not an ounce of hesitation. Only a silent command.

I sank to my knees before him, my body obedient, my gaze never leaving his. The satisfaction that flickered in his eyes was enough to send a thrill through me. This wasn’t just about control—it was about surrendering tosomething neither of us could fight.He reached down, gripping my hair with rough hands, pulling me closer, and I couldn’t suppress the wince of pleasure that escaped my lips.

“Who knew you could be such a good, obedient girl?” he muttered, a dark smirk settling on his lips. “Let’s see how long it will take to mess up that pretty little face of yours.”

I swallowed, my mouth dry, craving a taste. He stared down at me, pulling my hair slightly, urging me on.

“Undo my belt.”

With trembling hands, I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. It sprang free, hard, and ready for me. I could see the veins, massive and prominent, just like everythingabout him. The final tug of my hair was a warning, making it clear he wouldn’t be gentle. And I was ready for that challenge. I wanted to please him more than I needed air.

“At my pace,” his deep voice resonated through the room. I nodded, glancing up through my lashes. “Open your mouth for me, Allyn.”

I parted my lips, but he didn’t wait for me to fully open before guiding me down his length, pushing me deeper, making me choke as I felt him hit the back of my throat.

His low, throaty moans filled the office, and he tugged at my hair so I could look up at him with teary eyes. There was something magnetic in his gaze, something that held me captive, as he slowly pushed forward, watching every inch of him disappear.

He pulled out and slid in again, maintaining a steady pace— as if savoring the sight of me taking him more than anything else.

I enjoyed it too, feeling completely immersed in the moment. The taste of him exploded on my tongue, like an intoxicating ecstasy—it was addictive.I let him take control, and he fully indulged, using my mouth for his pleasure.

His eyes were fixed on my lips, watching me take him deeper with every thrust. A few low moans escaped his lips, mingling with my choking sounds as he took what he wanted. I swirled my tongue around him, sucking harder, taking all of him— everything he had to give.

‘‘You are so good at taking my cock,” he murmurs, sliding in my mouth again, his face satisfied with the view as I looked up at him with watered eyes, saliva all over my face.

“Your mouth is made to be fucked by me.”

I blushed, my pussy throbbing with the need for release as he moved my head up and down his length.

“Do you like me using your mouth, princess?”

I nodded, sucking him harder to prove to him how much I like it.

‘‘Such a good girl,’’ he praised me, but I was captivated by the view.

He looked like a real King with his thighs spread, with his cock in my mouth, his hand tugging my hair while the other gripped the edge of the chair.

He let his head fall back, his neck working with each swallow, his lips parted open and I almost came just by this picture. Knowing I’m the one doing this to him is only making me go harder. I want to see him lose control.

The grip on my hair loosened and I took the chance, bobbing my head up and down along his length, swirling my tongue around it as I took as much as I could from him.I took him all in my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat, repeating this action several times as I massaged his balls with my free hand.

“Fuck, Allyn,” he moaned loudly, looking down at me, breathing heavily, his hair messy, his forehead sweaty, “You are such a good cock sucker, princess.”

I moaned around him. Our eyes stayed locked the entire time, as if he was taking pictures with his eyes.

‘‘Fuck, I’m going to come and I’m going to do it in that pretty mouth of yours.’’

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