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 closerCEASAR'S POV The horn blared from outside sharply, impatient, long and insistent, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. My driver kept pressing the horn as a reminder that we were late. My jaw clenched so hard it ached. Of all the fucking timing. That stupid driver had to remind me we were late. I snarled, buried to the hilt, grinding deep, cock throbbing inside her like a second heartbeat, balls drawn so tight they ached, desperate to unload but I take too damn long to come when I’m this wound up, when I’m this lost in her, when every nerve is on fire and the need to ruin her is stronger than the need to breathe. “Motherfucker,” I growled through clenched teeth. I pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch drag through her ruined walls, then slammed in once more hard enough to lift her clean off her feet, grinding deep, hips rolling, trying to force it, trying to spill inside her right then and there, flooding her until she overflowed. Still nothing. With a guttural,
CEASAR'S POV I stepped in closer, hand sliding from her jaw to the delicate column of her throat, thumb pressing just beneath her jaw, tilting that perfect, painted face up to mine. Her breath hitched. Pupils blown wide. “You’re not walking in there until I’ve fucked you in this dress,” I growled against her lips, because there is no way I could control myself anymore. “Because the second every man in that room sees you, they’re going to want you.” My mouth brushed hers, barely a breath between us, as I let the words hang, heavy, dangerous. “And I’m not even sharing the idea of you tonight. Not even in someone’s imagination. Not tonight. Never.” Her breath hitched, pupils blown wide, lips parting on a soft, needy sound. I pressed close and kissed her hard, claiming and ruining that perfect red lipstick. My tongue swept in, tasting her, owning her mouth while my free hand yanked the slit of her dress aside. My palm met a bare, perfect ass and I groaned into her mouth when I felt
CEASAR'S POV Vera's breath hitched, sharp and audible in the quiet cabin. She obeyed instantly, without question, without hesitation. The silk parted like water as her thighs fell open on the leather seat, knees trembling, exposing everything, her swollen, flushed pussy lips still puffy and glistening from earlier, the slick mess of her arousal smeared across her skin. Another slow bead of her own wetness slipped free right in front of my eyes, rolling lazily down her inner thigh like a confession. I haven’t even touched her yet. Just looked and let her feel my stare like a brand burning straight between her legs. “That’s it,” I murmured, thumb still tracing the bite on her shoulder, slow and possessive. “Show me what’s mine.” She shifted slightly, thighs spreading wider, hips tilting up just enough to give me the perfect view of her ruined, dripping cunt still open from my cock, still pulsing, still begging. I slid one hand up the inside of her leg slowly, fingertips dragging
NEVEN'S POV How dare he? Caesar’s hand rested low on her bare back, palm splayed, fingers brushing the dimples just above her ass, daring anyone, especially me, to look too long. His touch wasn’t subtle. It was a public claim. A silent, vicious message: This woman you threw away? I caught her. I fucked her and I kept her. He guided her through the storm of cameras like she was his queen, like this was their coronation. Jane walked, and every step beside him felt like a knife twisting deeper into my gut. Because she wasn’t just beautiful. She was his and I? I was the idiot at the top of the stairs. Drink forgotten. My mouth dry, watching the woman I loved walk in on my uncle’s arm… glowing with proof that he’d been inside her. Again. And again. And again. And from the way she smiled at me, slowly, knowing, devastatingly, she wanted me to see every mark. Every head turned. Every conversation died. Even the string quartet faltered for a heartbeat. The paparazzi went fera
CEASAR'S POV Vera whimpered, nails clawing trails against the wall, back arching hard, ass pushing back into me, trying to pull me impossibly deeper. So I gave it to her. I slammed into her harder, faster, feral. Hips snapping with bone-jarring force, balls slapping her soaked cunt with wet, heavy smacks, the filthy, squelching churn of her drenched pussy taking me echoing through the foyer like a war drum. Her slick sprayed around my cock with every violent stroke, splattering my thighs and running in glistening streams down her trembling legs. Her whole body jolted with the force, tits crushed against the wall, nipples dragging through her dress across the cool surface with every harsh thrust, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her cunt spasmed wildly around me, walls rippling, trying to drag me over the edge with her but I wasn’t done. Not even close. I was going to fuck her until the only name she remembered was mine and until the only thing she felt for the rest of t
JaneVera's Pov Ceasar tilted his head, studying me the way a predator studies its prey, slow and almost amused. Then he leaned in, his face lowering until his lips hovered just above mine, close enough that every word brushed heat against my skin. “Say it,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Say yes, Jane.” My pulse hammered so violently I could feel it in my throat. The air between us was thick, tainted with temptation, danger, and something far worse… desire. I wanted to step back, to breathe, to think but he didn’t let me. Using his hand on my throat, he tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Stop thinking,” he whispered, each word both command and dare. “Just feel.” His grip tightened, firm enough to steal my breath, and then his mouth claimed mine. The kiss burned deep, consuming, erasing thought and reason. There was no Neven. No revenge. No logic. Only him. The weight of his hand at my throat. The taste of his breath. The way his body pressed against mine, l
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







