Masuk"WHAT – oh – OH –"He fucks me through the cardiac orgasm. His cold cock driving into a pussy that’s contracting in rhythm with my heartbeat – every beat a squeeze, every squeeze an orgasm. I’m cumming sixty times a minute. My body pulsing around him with each heartbeat. The sensation is beyond pleasure, and my entire body experiencing orgasm simultaneously rather than concentrated in my pelvis.My hands are cumming. My scalp is cumming. The arches of my feet are cumming. Every square inch of skin is buzzing with the cardiac venom and his cock is inside me and his teeth are in my wrist and I’m not a person anymore – I’m a nerve ending. A single, full-body, sustained nerve ending that’s been struck and won’t stop vibrating.He cums inside me, and his cum is thick, filling my burning pussy with a coolness that spreads through my walls and adds another layer of temperature-contrast sensation to the overload. His cold cum in my hot cunt while his teeth pull blood from my wrist and my hear
He bites my neck and pushes inside me in the same instant.The scream that tears from my throat isn’t human. The dual penetration – teeth in my neck, cock in my pussy – triggers a whole-body orgasm that starts in my cunt and my throat simultaneously and meets in the middle of my chest like two waves colliding. My back arches off the silk. My hands claw the sheets. My legs wrap around him and pull him deeper – his cold cock filling my scorching pussy, the temperature difference creating a friction that defies physics.He feeds and fucks in the same rhythm. Every pull of blood from my neck syncs with every thrust of his cock. In – suck. Out – release. My body is a conduit between his mouth and his cock, and the venom circulating through my bloodstream makes every nerve ending fire continuously. I’m not cumming in waves anymore – I’m cumming as a constant state. A plateau of pleasure so high that my vision goes white and I hear a ringing in my ears and my hands can’t grip the sheets beca
His teeth pierce my skin and the world rewrites itself.The pain is less than a second. Just a sharp bright flash that disappears instantly and is replaced by something I have no framework for. Warmth floods from the bite outward, like every cell in my body catches fire simultaneously and the flames are made of pleasure.I cum instantly. The orgasm hits like a detonation – my pussy convulsing in violent contractions, my legs giving out, my back scraping against the stone wall as I slide. He catches me – one arm around my waist, his teeth still inside me – and holds me upright while my body convulses against the garden wall.His venom spreads through my bloodstream like liquid electricity. I feel it – a tingling warmth that travels from my neck down through my chest, my stomach, pooling between my legs where my pussy is still clenching in rhythmic spasms that have no endpoint. The orgasm doesn’t peak and fade the way human orgasms do. It plateaus at the peak and stays. A sustained cont
He doesn’t eat or drink. Just stands in the corner of the party holding a glass of red wine he never lifts to his lips, watching the room with eyes that look like they’ve been watching rooms for longer than rooms have existed.I notice him because he’s the only person here who isn’t performing. Everyone else is doing the thing you do at these events – laughing too loud, checking their phones between conversations to make sure they’re still relevant. He’s just standing still. His body angled toward the wall like a man accustomed to shadows, his face half-lit by the chandelier’s edge.He’s beautiful in a way that doesn’t make sense. Not handsome – beautiful. Sharp and angular, the kind of face that belongs on a coin from a dead empire. His jaw is cut like stone and his cheekbones catch the dim light and his mouth is full, almost feminine, the lower lip curved in a way that makes you imagine it on your skin. His hair is dark and pushed back from his forehead, long enough to touch his col
“I want to be above you – I want your job – I want your office – I want –”“You want my cock. Say it.”“I want your cock – fuck – I want it and I hate you for making me want it –”He reaches beneath me. Finds my clit. Rubs in vicious circles while his cock pounds me from behind on the conference table. His other hand tangles in my hair and pulls my head up so I’m staring through the glass wall at the empty office floor – my desk, his desk, the space between them, everywhere where six months of tension has been building.“Cum staring at my desk,” he says. “Cum looking at the chair where I sit every day thinking about bending you over yours.”His fingers on my clit. His cock driving deep. My eyes locked on his desk through the glass. And I cum – violently, my pussy convulsing, squirting onto the conference table, soaking the papers stuck to my stomach. The orgasm is so intense my vision whites out and when it clears I’m face-down on the table trembling and he’s still inside me, still ha
The mention of the promotion makes me furious and the fury makes my pussy clench and the clench makes him groan and the cycle feeds itself – hate to arousal to hate to arousal, a feedback loop that makes every thrust feel personal.“Harder,” I demand. Not because I want pleasure – because I want punishment. I want this to hurt the way watching him accept my promotion hurt. “Is that all you’ve got? You fuck the way you present. Very sloppy, just you riding on someone else’s work.”He snaps and his hand leaves my hair. Then both hands grab my hips and he fucks me so hard the partition wall shudders and the desk scrapes across the floor with a sound that would alert security if security existed right now.His cock drives into me at an angle that hits my cervix, and the sharp spike of pain-pleasure makes my eyes water.“Say that again,” he growls. His pelvis cracking against my ass. “Tell me it’s unearned.”“It’s unearned – you’re a fraud – you stole my – oh fuck right there –”He hits a







