Page 62 of Craving Dahlia

His fingertips slide against my drenched flesh, and Alek lets out a groan. “So fucking wet,gertsoginya, You like being treated like my whore, don’t you? Made to come in your office, because this pussy wants me even when you don’t.” His fingers skate over my clit as he leans in, growling in my ear. “Your pussy comes for me whether you like it or not,zhena. And you’ll come on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock before I’m done with you,velikolepnaya devushka.”

His fingers roll over my clit as he speaks, fingering me roughly beneath my lace panties as he whispers in Russian in my ear, nudging his cock against my ass as his fingers move in tight, firm strokes. I’m close in a matter of seconds, his talented fingers and gravelly voice driving me to the point of no return,and I grit my teeth against a moan as I feel myself slip over the edge.

The moment I start to come, Alek covers my mouth with his hand, his lips pressing against my throat in a sucking bite as he grinds his fingers into my clit, prolonging my orgasm. I buck against him, feeling him grind his clothed cock against my ass, and I hear a folder hit the floor, papers spilling everywhere as I writhe and come for him.

The instant it starts to subside, he lets go of me, and I start to let out a squeak of protest. I barely get the first word out before Alek’s fingers hook in the waist of both my trousers and my panties, dragging them both down my hips as he drops to his knees behind me.

“Hold onto the desk,” he growls, his hands grasping my ass firmly as he spreads me wide, and I feel my face flame with desperately aroused humiliation. He’s kneeling behind me, with a full view of my drenched, swollen pussy and tight asshole, and when he leans in, burying his face between my legs from behind, I let out a shuddering, gasping sob of helpless pleasure.

He fucking devours me. I clutch the edge of the desk, biting my lip against the moans that threaten to spill out as his tongue lashes over my oversensitive clit, his fingers moving around to rub it as he thrusts his tongue inside of me. He licks and sucks at my clit, at my folds, nipping and biting and licking until I’m nearly in tears from the need to come again, and then his fingers move faster, rubbing feverishly at my clit as his tongue lashes against my tight asshole.

“I’m going to fuck you here,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck every hole you have,gertsoginya, until there’s nothing left for anyone else.” His tongue pushes into my ass, and I let out a helpless cry, biting my lip hard as I feel myself tipping over the edge again.

“Fuck yes,”Alek growls, pulling back for only a second. “Come with my tongue in your ass,velikolepnaya devushka.”

What is happening?I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked. This man, for all that we despise each other more than half the time, for all that I don’t know what his secrets are or what danger he’s brought into my life, makes me come apart at the seams when he touches me—makes me want filthy things I’ve never imagined with anyone, makes me want him to defile me. I’ve done plenty of dirty things with the men I’ve fucked, but no one has ever touched my ass, and now Alek’s tongue is fluttering against me there as he rubs my clit, his thumb sliding into my clenching entrance as I let go of the desk long enough to clasp my own hand over my mouth to stifle my scream of pleasure as I come.

I can feel myself drenching his face, my arousal soaking him as I come hard on his fingers.He promised his cock, too,I think as another spasm ripples through me, and then Alek is on his feet, feverishly undoing the front of his jeans as he grabs me and flips me over on the desk as if I were a feather.

“Up on your elbows,” he ordered. “I want your eyes on my cock while I fuck you here,zhena. I want you to see what I do to you.”

He frees his thick length in an instead, throbbing with pre-cum pearling from the tip, and before I can get a word out he has the swollen head notched against my entrance as he spreads my legs wide, pushing my knees back to my chest. “Watch,” he orders again—and then he starts to thrust, his hands gripping my knees to hold them in place.

I’ve never seen anything as lewd as what’s happening to me in this moment. Alek is still fully dressed, as always—I’ve never seen my husband naked, I realize all over again as I stare at him—his gaze fixed squarely, almost reverently between my thighs as he pushes his almost-too-thick cock into me. I bite my liphard, until I taste blood, to hold back my moans. I can see my swollen flesh stretching around him, and I feel vulnerable and exposed—and more aroused than I ever have been before.

“You said this wasyourplace,” he growls, pushing his cock in to the hilt. “Now you’ll think of me fucking you like this, every time you sit here. You’ll think of me every moment of the day,zhena. No matter what you do, you’ll never be able to forget me.”

There’s a sudden, raw pain in his voice when he says those last words that startles me, that makes me look up suddenly to meet his eyes. They’re glassy and dark with lust, his whole body tight with the pleasure of thrusting into me, and they turn angry when my gaze meets his.

“Keep your eyes on my cock,” he snarls. “Watch me fuck you,zhena.”

He starts to thrust harder, papers sliding on my desk as he slams his cock into me again and again, groaning as he sinks as deeply inside of me as he can go. “God, your fucking cunt—” he thrusts again, and then pulls out, fisting his cock as he angles it lower.

“No—” I start to protest, fear rippling through me as I feel his swollen cockhead pressing against my tight asshole, but Alek isn’t listening. “Alek, it won’t fit!”

“Yes it will,” he growls. “I want every hole,zhena. I told you that.Fuck—” He hisses as his cockhead presses against the tight flesh, my arousal dripping onto his slick cock. He swipes his tip between my folds again, drenching it, and then I see his body go rigid as he suddenly thrusts into my pussy again, moaning.

“Fuck, I can’t—” His eyes go wide, and then he reaches for the front of my blouse, jerking it up and over my head as he thrusts once more, and I realize what’s about to happen. “Come for me,zhena. Fucking come?—”

The realization that he’s lost control, the sudden feverish look in his eyes that tells me he can’t last long enough to forcehimself into my ass, sends me over the edge. I’ve made this man come undone, this brutal, violent man, and I feel myself clench tightly around him, dragging him deeper into me as I fall back on my elbows and cry out, hips arching as I come hard on his length.

He pulls out of me, groaning as he fists his cock, aiming the swollen head at my breasts. I open my mouth to protest, only to feel the first hot spurt hit my skin as Alek moans my name, cursing in Russian as his cum splatters my breasts and arcs up to streak across my lips, painting my mouth and cheeks as spasms of pleasure wrack him again and again.

He grabs the edge of the desk with his free hand, shuddering, his breathing hard and fast. I look around as I start to come back to my senses, realizing what a mess everything is. My desk, my folders,me?—

I’m covered in his cum, my work scattered everywhere, the edge of my desk slick from my arousal. I reach up, pushing Alek away from me, and he staggers backwards, looking as startled as I am at how quickly this all spiraled out of control. He tucks himself away with a jerky motion, doing up the front of his jeans, and he looks around as if looking for something to help clean me up with.

I hold up a hand, and for once, he doesn’t move or argue with me. I reach into a side drawer, grabbing a handful of tissues as I start to clean off my face and chest, and Alek just stares at me, something in his face that I’ve never seen before. I’ve seen moments of possessiveness in his face, that strange hunger that I’ve never fully understood—but he looks shocked, as if he’s surprised by what he just did. As if he truly lost control of himself.

He doesn’t move as I clean myself up and grab my shirt, standing up on unsteady legs as I move away from my desk and start gathering up the folders that spilled.

“Dahlia.” He clears his throat, finally. “Zhena?—”

“You had lunch.” I set the folders firmly on my desk with a loudslap, and reach down for my purse. “I’m still hungry. But I think I’d rather eat alone after that.” I give him a long, piercing look as I sling my purse over my shoulder. “I want you out of this office in five minutes. I’ll see you at home.”

For once, I’m the one that walks away, leaving him standing there in my office without another word.

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