Masuk“Ahhh…!!!” I screamed and couldn’t stop shaking from fear. The scream was a long screeching one but it eventually died in my throat as a large, warm hand gently covered my mouth. The Devil…Lucian…stood right in front of me, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of my bedroom. He wasn’t threatening me as I expected, instead he looked almost amused, like he had expected exactly this reaction. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice smooth and low, in a deep and husky tone. “You don’t want to wake up your mother, do you?” My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. I nodded quickly, and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth. I took a shaky step back until my legs hit the edge of the bed and I sat down. My nightgown was still bunched up around my thighs, and I could still feel how wet I still was from the dream. Lucian didn’t move close. Instead he just watched me with those glowing eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’ve been calling me for weeks,” he sa
His thick cock slid deep inside me, stretching me open in one smooth, powerful thrust. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the black silk sheets as he filled me completely. The Devil himself was on top of me, his warm, muscular body pressing me down into the bed. His glowing golden eyes stared into mine, full of dark hunger and wicked pleasure. “More,” I whimpered, the sound lost against his throat as I tilted my head back, offering him the curve of my neck. He let out a low, predatory chuckle that vibrated through my chest. He didn't move yet, letting me feel every heavy, throbbing inch of his girth as my muscles struggled to accommodate him. The sheer size of him felt like a brand, a permanent mark of his possession that made my insides ache with a delicious, heavy pressure. I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside me with slow, deliberate teasing strokes, hitting along every sensitive spot, which didn't fail to make my toes curl. With every withdrawal, he pulled back
What followed was a kiss that felt nothing like the careful man I saw in meetings every day. Damien’s mouth claimed mine with raw hunger, his tongue sliding deep as one strong hand gripped the back of my neck and the other squeezed my ass, pulling me hard against the thick bulge in his trousers. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers threading through his dark hair, and my body melting against his solid frame.He broke the kiss just long enough to look at me, with those gray eyes of his burning with such intensity . “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Parading around my office in those tight skirts, bending over my desk, teasing me every single day.”Before I could answer, he spun me around and bent me over his massive oak desk. Papers scattered around as he yanked my pencil skirt up around my waist. His fingers hooked into my soaked panties and dragged them down my legs, leaving them tangled around one ankle.“Fuck, look at you,” he murmur
I was sitting there behind his desk frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs as Damien Knoll stepped fully into the office and closed the door with a click. He was still in his charcoal suit, and his tie was slightly loosened, looking every inch the powerful CEO even at this late hour of the day. His gray eyes moved over me slowly, taking in my flushed cheeks, the messy strands of hair I hadn’t quite fixed well, the two undone buttons on my blouse that showed the lace edge of my bra, and the way my pencil skirt had ridden up my thighs.“Jessy,” he said again, his deep voice calm but with a kind of edge. “I thought I heard you calling my name. It wasn't just once, and it sounded pretty urgent.”My face burned, and my pussy was still throbbing from what I had been doing only moments ago, my panties were really soaked, and my boss was standing right there looking at me like he could see every dirty thought I’d just had about him. I swallowed hard and tried to pull myself together.“I…
I plunged two fingers so deep into my pussy, gasping as they stretched me open. I was already soaked, and my juices were coating on my fingers and dripping down onto my boss’ leather chair which was just beneath me. The office was so dark and really quiet, and the only source of light was coming from the small desk lamp that was inches away. Everyone else had gone home a couple of hours ago, but I stayed behind, pretending to finish the overdue quarterly report. Meanwhile I was finger fucking myself fantasizing about him_Damien Knoll, the CEO of the company I work for and my boss.He was thirty-eight years and a young, successful business man. He had broad-shoulders that filled the air, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair that always looked perfectly tousled, and those piercing gray eyes that could make me feel completely exposed with just a single glance. He was brilliant, very commanding, and strictly off-limits to me, as his employee. He was the one person in this company I was never
Then he moved to my panties and pulled them down. I was completely naked now, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for him anymore. He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing against me while still sucking hard on my breasts. I let out a loud, shaky moan. "Ahhh... Jason, please..." I lay there, moaning, maybe even screaming, and I could tell he was enjoying every second. "You like that, don't you? Tell me you like it," he whispered hoarsely, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin. "I love it... mmm, please don't stop!" Then he moved lower, placing his lips on me, giving me head. The sensation was overwhelming. My fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him closer as I arched my back. "Oh! Oh my God... Jason! Ahhh!" The way his tongue moved was hypnotic, sending waves of pure electricity through my entire body. That was when I completely lost control. “Fuck me, please,” I heard myself say, my voice desperate and thick with need. He didn’t stop; he kept going until I was shakin







