LOGINback, hips pressing insistently against my mouth, grinding and rolling over me, dragging my tongue deep inside her tight, slick core. I thrust, curling and flicking my tongue against the walls that clenched and pulsed around me, stroking the spot that made her shiver violently. My hand cupped her breast, kneading and squeezing, fingers pressing into the taut flesh as her belly drew in sharply, a tremor rolling through her, and a ragged, broken moan tore from her throat.
“Ah… Caesar… yes… just like that…” She gasped, voice trembling, breath hitching as she pressed harder into me, hips bucking, desperate for more. “You like that, little fire?” I mumbled, voice low and rough, tongue sliding, curling, and pressing inside her core, tracing the sensitive ridges that made her whimper. “Tell me you love it.” “Yes… I love it, Caesar… Please… Don’t stop… I love it…” She responded, rocking her hips insistently into my mouth, grinding closer, chasing every flick, every push of my tongue as I teased her relentlessly. I pulled back slowly, letting her quiver in desperate need before replacing my tongue with my hand. My fingers slipped inside her slick, tight channel, gliding and curling along the pulsing ridges that clenched instinctively around me. I drew them back just enough to feel the slick warmth cling to my finger, then pushed them forward again, thrusting back in, coaxing trembles and whimpers from her. My tongue moved to her clit, circling and flicking, swirling over the sensitive nub, pressing with rhythmic insistence, teasing her into shivers that ran through her entire body as I thrust my finger in and out of her cunt, dipping and curling at the spot that made her gasp uncontrollably. “Caesar… please… I need more,” she gasped, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer, voice trembling with longing. “You’ll get it, little fire,” I murmured, my tongue flicking and circling her clit while my finger pumped in and out of her core. Her back arched violently, hips pressing hard into my hand, muscles clenching around my fingers as ragged moans spilled freely from her lips. “I… can’t… hold it…” she whimpered, shivering, and I twisted my fingers, curling them deeper into her core as I pressed my mouth to her cunt, letting my lips brush over the sensitive folds, my tongue swirling and flicking over her clit. “Then don’t hold back, my little flame,” I added, pressing deeper, pumping faster, matching each movement with the strokes of my tongue. “Oh… god… yes…” She moaned, hips jerking insistently against my hand, grinding herself closer, chasing every stroke, every flick, every press. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging as she arched further, pressing herself into the heat of my mouth and the firm, insistent thrusts of my fingers. Her cunt practically drenched me with her release, warm, slick, and sticky, the scent and taste of her arousal thick and intoxicating, coating my tongue and fingers. “Please… don’t stop, Caesar…” she whimpered, voice trembling, hips pressing frantically. I shifted, letting my finger press deep inside her, curling and thrusting into her tight, slick channel with a slow pressure, then picking up rhythm, pounding her core in quickly, making her back arch violently. Her walls clenched around my finger, pulsing and tightening with each thrust, dragging ragged gasps and desperate whimpers from her lips. I pulled back slightly, letting my thumb curve upward, flicking her swollen clit while my finger continued pounding into her tight channel. Her hips jerked and rolled, fingers tangling in my hair, back arching as her body writhed under the dual assault, shivering and gasping with need. I pressed deeper, curling my finger inside her, pumping even harder, letting her slick walls cling and pulse around it. My thumb circled and flicked her clit, pressing and sweeping in sync with my thrusts, driving her closer to the edge, making her tremble, writhe, and moan helplessly under the delicious torment I controlled. “Oh… god… Caesar… Don’t stop,” she whimpered, hips rolling and bucking into my fingers, grinding insistently, desperate for the exquisite sensation I offered yet denied. “Not yet, my little flame… Hold it for me,” I murmured, pressing my fingers deeper into her slick channel, pumping in long, purposeful strokes while my thumb danced over her clit, teasing and flicking, coaxing ragged gasps and whines from her lips. “Please… please, Caesar…” She gasped, voice ragged, hips pressing and rolling on their own, grinding insistently against my hand, desperate for release. I held her steady, plunging my fingers deep into her slick, tight channel, curling and flexing to trace the sensitive ridges of her core. My thumb pressed and flicked her swollen clit, stroking and circling in rhythm with the thrusts of my fingers, drawing shuddering moans from her lips as her body trembled. “Oh… fuck… yes… don’t stop…” she begged, breathless and trembling. I slid my tongue back against her, pressing it flat over her clit, swirling and sucking, following the same teasing rhythm as my fingers. I traced her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking and circling while my fingers drove deep inside her, thrusting in and out of her wet slippery cunt. “Caesar…” she gasped, voice trembling, raw, and desperate, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me deeper. I twisted and flexed my fingers inside her, plunging into the heat that clenched around me, while my thumb circled and flicked her swollen clit, my tongue joining in, tracing and teasing in perfect rhythm. Shivers raced down her spine, her body quaking and trembling beneath me, pressing into my mouth and fingers as I drove deeper and faster. “Oh… god… Caesar… yes… harder…” She whimpered, hips rocking frantically, desperate for the exquisite torment I delivered. I didn’t relent. My fingers thrust and withdrew with relentless speed, curling and flexing inside her, pressing into the spot that made her tremble uncontrollably. My tongue flicked and swirled over her clit, syncing perfectly with my fingers as I pushed her higher, every motion designed to draw ragged gasps and helpless moans from her lips. I sank my fingers deeper, curling and thrusting into her slick, tight core. “Caesar… oh… yes… please…” she whimpered, pressing insistently, driving herself against the sensations I delivered. Every pulse of her core clenched and clung to my fingers, every grind pressed into my hand, and I drove deeper, thrusting with force, curling and flexing to hit the spot deep in her core. Her body trembled and quaked yet I held her on the edge, letting her walls pulse and squeeze, clinging to my fingers, desperate for release she could not have. Then, slowly, I drew my fingers out, slick and glistening, leaving her trembling, aching and frustrated. I pressed my lips against the warm, soft skin of her inner thigh, my voice low and possessive, vibrating against her. “Did I ask you to cum, kitten?” She whimpered, biting her lower lip, trembling, hips pressing into nothing, desperate for my touch. “N-no… Please… Don’t stop, Caesar… Let me cum, please,” she begged, pressing herself into me, craving the return of my fingers, my tongue, and the exquisite torment only I could give. I spread her open wider with my fingers, letting my tongue dive deep into her pulsing core. I licked along the slick, heated walls, sliding over the tight, quivering channel, savoring her as her moans spiraled frantic and desperate. My saliva mingled with her wetness, coating my tongue and fingers in her intoxicating scent and taste, making her impossibly slippery. I pulled back briefly, just enough to watch her glistening, trembling cunt quiver in want, then returned, dragging my tongue across her swollen clit in slow circles. My middle finger plunged back into her tight, shivering core, curling and pressing against the ridges that clenched instinctively around me. She arched violently, hips lifting, spreading herself wider, body quivering. I began pumping steadily, sinking fully, then withdrawing just enough to tease, thrusting with rhythmic insistence that drove her crazy. My thumb rolled and flicked over her clit in perfect sync with each stroke, coaxing ragged whines and desperate gasps from her lips. Her muscles clenched and pulsed, gripping my finger as if trying to pull me in deeper, desperate for more. Her legs trembled violently, one pressing against the wall, hips rolling and bucking, grinding insistently into my fingers. “Oh… Caesar… please… I can’t…” she moaned, voice breaking, trembling as her body pressed hard into mine, craving for every movement I gave. I held her at the edge, prolonging the exquisite torment, pressing her higher with controlled, calculated thrusts, letting her orgasm build and writhe in suspended ecstasy without letting her release. Her cries echoed against the tiles, raw and frantic, winding the coil of tension tighter inside her, nearly unbearable, as her juices dripped out into my hands. Leaning closerJANEVERA'S POV A soft, melodic laugh floated in. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Traffic was murder. Please tell me I’m not too late?” My stomach dropped like a stone. Caesar stepped aside, and she glided into the living room like she owned every inch of it, tall, hourglass curves poured into a sleek black dress that hugged every line, makeup flawless, carrying a large silver case. Her gaze swept over me completely naked, flushed crimson, thighs glistening with cum and squirt, nipples peaked, lips swollen, hair a wild mess. The entire room reeked of raw, fresh sex, and there was no hiding it. One perfectly sculpted brow arched, slow and knowing, as her gaze raked over me, sprawled on the ruined, wet couch, skin gleaming with sweat, nipples still diamond-hard, Caesar’s crimson handprints still blazing across my ass and thighs like brands. Then her eyes slid to him, standing shirtless beside her, the soaked fabric of his boxers stretched obscenely over his still-rigid cock, the thick, angr
A soft, melodic laugh floated in. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Traffic was murder. Please tell me I’m not too late?” My stomach dropped like a stone. Caesar stepped aside, and she glided into the living room like she owned every inch of it, tall, hourglass curves poured into a sleek black dress that hugged every line, makeup flawless, carrying a large silver case. Her gaze swept over me completely naked, flushed crimson, thighs glistening with cum and squirt, nipples peaked, lips swollen, hair a wild mess. The entire room reeked of raw, fresh sex, and there was no hiding it. One perfectly sculpted brow arched, slow and knowing, as her gaze raked over me, sprawled on the ruined, wet couch, skin gleaming with sweat, nipples still diamond-hard, Caesar’s crimson handprints still blazing across my ass and thighs like brands. Then her eyes slid to him, standing shirtless beside her, the soaked fabric of his boxers stretched obscenely over his still-rigid cock, the thick, angry outline imposs
JaneVera’s POV Caesar stepped closer to the bed and pulled the duvet down, exposing my bare body. His eyes darkened the instant they landed on me, lingering on the faint sheen of arousal glistening between my parted thighs. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as his fingers hovered, tracing the damp apex of my thighs teasingly, sliding lightly over the sensitive skin, torturing me with the closeness, brushing and pressing just enough to make my pulse spike without giving me full relief. My breath hitched, body already responding to the tantalizing touch. “You had a morning orgasm already without me?” He growled, voice thick with heat and desire as he climbed onto the bed. “That’s supposed to be my morning meal, little flame… the first taste I take before you even wake.” I slid up against the headboard, my back pressing into it as the mattress dipped under his weight. My breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly, and heart hammering as his hand crept between my parted thig
Everything was going smoothly, so smoothly it almost irritated me. The engagement banquet looked rich, chandeliers glowed softly, tables aligned with surgical precision, and the dance floor gleamed, waiting for the “happy couple” to make their grand entrance. I kept doing what was expected, smiling, shaking hands, and welcoming guests like a man thrilled to be engaged. Across the hall, Olivia stood with her parents, playing the sweet, innocent fiancée so perfectly it almost looked natural. She smiled like an angel, soft and harmless, pretending she hadn’t forced me into throwing this banquet. Pretending she hadn’t pressured and threatened me, again and again, until I finally let go of Jane just to give her the perfect moment she demanded. Two million dollars spent just to make tonight look perfect but nothing about it felt perfect to me. I slipped upstairs for air, leaning on the railing. My eyes scanned the crowd not the guests, not the décor but for Vera. Or my uncle. If she w
CEASAR'S POV One merciless thrust and the swollen crown punched dead-center against that sweet, devastating place deep in her core, the one that made her vision white out, made her scream like she was breaking. “Caesar! fuck! oh God, right there please!” The sound tore out of her, raw, cracked open, half-sob, half-prayer, her whole body jerking like I’d shocked her. I didn’t ease in. I ground forward, dragging the thick ridge of my cockhead back and forth over that spot in short, punishing strokes, then slammed in again, harder, deeper, until her entire body jolted with the impact. “There it is,” I snarled, voice shredded with lust. “That’s the spot that makes my name rip out of your pretty throat, isn’t it? Scream it again, baby. Let me hear how fucking deep I am.” Her walls spasmed wildly around me, fluttering, clenching, trying to trap me there, milking me with every brutal stroke. “Pleaseee…Caesarr…, oh fuck me!you're so deep!” she choked out, tears streaking her cheeks, vo
POV Everything was going smoothly, so smoothly it almost irritated me. The engagement banquet looked rich, chandeliers glowed softly, tables aligned with surgical precision, and the dance floor gleamed, waiting for the “happy couple” to make their grand entrance. I kept doing what was expected, smiling, shaking hands, and welcoming guests like a man thrilled to be engaged. Across the hall, Olivia stood with her parents, playing the sweet, innocent fiancée so perfectly it almost looked natural. She smiled like an angel, soft and harmless, pretending she hadn’t forced me into throwing this banquet. Pretending she hadn’t pressured and threatened me, again and again, until I finally let go of Jane just to give her the perfect moment she demanded. Two million dollars spent just to make tonight look perfect but nothing about it felt perfect to me. I slipped upstairs for air, leaning on the railing. My eyes scanned the crowd not the guests, not the décor but for Vera. Or my uncle. If
Ceasar's Pov I smiled against her heated skin, letting the rough vibration of my low voice brush over her sensitive folds. “Not stopping, my sweet vixen,” I murmured, lips and tongue working together, pressing and curling over the swollen tip of her clit. My tongue circled, flicked, and traced t
CEASAR'S POV“The line’s already ruined,” I growled at her mouth. “I’m two seconds from dragging you into the coat check and fucking you until that dress is on the floor and my name is the only sound you can make.”I expected Vera to be scared by my threat to ruin her but instead, she leaned in, le
JaneVera's POV “If you knew the thoughts running through my head right now, you wouldn’t question who I belong to.” Caesar’s words hit me like a spark, sending heat coursing through me so fast my breath caught. My lips parted, a soft gasp slipping free before I could stop it. My pulse slammed aga
Caesar's POV “Say it,” I ordered, coldly. Vera swallowed hard, lips parting, trembling as silence filled the air between us. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, and for a moment, I could almost hear the war raging inside her. “Or don’t,” I whispered, “Either way… I already know what your







