Page 78 of Influence

He rested his other hand on my shoulder, decisively guiding me downward. “Now, get on your knees, darling.”

I eased myself down onto the cool floor, feeling the chill seep into my skin. My eyes locked onto him, heart racing as a wave of anticipation surged within me, each breath heavy with need.

My heart pounded in an erratic rhythm, and goosebumps pricked my skin as his fingers moved to the belt of his trousers.

In an instant, his pants dropped, exposing his throbbing cock—heavy, magnificently thick, hard, and so fucking beautiful. Without a moment’s hesitation, he held my face, directing his swollen shaft toward my eager mouth.

“I want to feel those pretty lips wrap around my dick, Laya,” he whispered.

I pressed my back into the coolness of the wall, my head tilted back as if inviting his gaze. My heart raced, every nerve ending tingling as I met his eyes, vulnerability washing over me like a wave, unmanageable and overwhelming.

His dark eyes burned with desire. “Open up, Laya. Let me fuck your mouth.”

In that charged moment, I completely surrendered to his desires, a surge of longing igniting within me as I sensed his arousal.

Darting my tongue out, I licked up the bead of precum on his cockhead.

Niko released an animalistic groan, tightening his grip on my hair. The throbbing between my legs grew, and I followed his unspoken command and took him deep.

His hips moved with a slow, intentional rhythm, each thrust creating ripples of pleasure within me. My eager and nimble tongue danced along the firm, thick length of his velvety, engorged dick, exploring every ridge and contour.

“Yes,” he growled, deep and full of satisfaction. “That’s it, baby—keep doing that thing I enjoy.”

I moved my tongue skillfully around the tip, my determined actions echoing his fervent need. His deep, rhythmic moans resonated like a passionate symphony in the air. As I sensed him tense, an increasing pressure built up, telling me he was near. I increased my pace, twirling my tongue faster and sucking him with ever-growing hunger.

“Fuck,” he grunted, giving me wicked hints of his imminent climax.

Abruptly, he withdrew, the sudden shift in rhythm making my head spin as he lifted me to my feet with surprising force.

“Niko…” I whispered, the sound mingling with our ragged breaths.

“Shhh, walk to the table,” he ordered, taking charge as he guided me to a small dining table tucked into a shadowy corner.

With a skillful maneuver, he turned me face down onto the table’s smooth surface. In a single, seamless action, he pulled my skirt up around my hips, exposing my bare lower body to the air.

“God, look at you,” he murmured in a husky and deep voice. “The most beautiful pussy in the world, all spread open and aching for me. Tell me you’re mine, Laya! Say it again!”

It was both a command and a caress, I felt the insistent nudge of his cock against the entrance of my pussy.

Without hesitation, I parted my legs, offering myself with complete desire. As soon as he entered, the closeness of our connection was marked by a breathless cry.

“I’m yours, Niko! Every part of me, every heartbeat, every desire is yours,” I declared, surrendering completely.

“That’s right,” he responded with an air of satisfaction, pushing forward decisively.

A cry of pure bliss escaped me; the sensation of him filling me sent thrilling waves of pleasure coursing through me. I instinctively raised my hips, craving his deeper, more commanding presence.

“Laya,” he all but growled as he began to withdraw, the silky, sensuous shaft of his cock trailing through the slick inner walls of my pussy. “It’s so good, you’re so fucking good!”

Each word dripped with raw intensity and unwavering desire, leaving me trembling in the wake of our shared, limitless passion.

He rammed himself inside again, and again, and again, until we were rocking against each other, both of us trying to get him into my pussy as hard and deep as possible.

His thrusts were rough and forceful, his hips slamming into me, impaling me on his cock as he fucked me with abandon.

“This pussy is mine, Laya!” he declared with a possessive, commanding edge.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy as the fullness of his throbbing cock claimed me, I could only moan in response, to the cascade of sensation.

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