through his hair, holding him there with the need for him to continue. He reached up, silently removing my hands, pushing me down against the desk, and lifting my legs while he smiled coldly.
Rhys didn’t speak, didn’t look away from me. He lowered his mouth to my core, inhaling my scent, and I fidgeted with shyness. His tongue snaked out, slowly sliding through my arousal. I moaned unabashedly, dropping my knees apart, giving him unobstructed access to my most delicate place.
Rhys grabbed my calves, lifting them against my shoulders, spreading them apart as he sucked on my clit, and I raised my hips as a cry escaped my lungs. He continued lapping greedily against my sex, growling against it, which only caused my body to tighten more. The sounds of pleasure escaping us had the orgasm building within me at a dangerous speed.
I felt something slithering over me as the sensation of dark magic skipped over my flesh. The room was filled with the scent of cologne and aftershave. Cedar, woodsy, and primal male scent tingled in my nose, dancing tantalizingly against it. Something pinched my nipples and slid against my skin as if Rhys was touching me everywhere all at once. My spine arched for him while the orgasm danced just out of reach, teasing me as Rhys continued licking and sucking my core hungrily.
His head lifted, and I stared into sightless eyes that threatened to consume my soul. Rhys leaned closer, kissing me hungrily. His fingers entered my pussy, stretching my body while his thumb rubbed small, perfectly erotic circles over my clit until pained noises in my throat emerged as I whimpered his name.
I kissed Rhys with a crazed need, sucking his tongue while he groaned. All at once, I exploded, crying out his name while light burst behind my eyes and ringing started in my ears. He growled, and his kiss turned frenzied. He continued forcing me to come until it changed from pleasure to pain.
I felt something soft against my opening and wiggled against the velvety flesh that promised more pleasure, but it never pushed into my body. I pried my eyes open, staring into the endless zeniths of his stare, watching the blue warring with the black in his eyes until he broke the kiss, peering down as he pushed against my sweat-covered body.
His hand lowered to his throbbing need, continuing to rub it against the wetness of my arousal covered core. He pushed the thick head into my body, and I trembled, rocking my hips to accommodate him. Lifting his blue eyes to mine, he watched me move my head as my body screamed with the uncomfortable fit of his girth. Rhys was hugely endowed, and it wasn’t going to be a comfortable fit.
I lifted my hands to the edge of the desk, grasping onto it for leverage as I whimpered and moaned, uncertain why he wasn’t moving yet. His head lowered, clasping onto one nipple as his hand moved between our bodies, rubbing against my clit slowly. His husky laughter at my eagerness was unnerving, but I was strung tighter than a bowstring. His other hand lifted, smoothing its way up to my mouth as he pushed his finger between my lips. I sucked it willingly, maddeningly, as he let loose a pained noise.
Another inch of his cock pushed into my body, and I cried out in pain. He withdrew his finger from my mouth as his head lifted. Striking blue eyes locked with mine as Rhys continued his assault against my clit, removing his cock, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth with a loud noise. Rhys lowered to my apex, never letting my eyes leave his as he flicked his tongue against my greedy core. His fingers pushed into my body, and I lifted against the invasion, rocking with the silent invitation.
He strummed my body to an ageless beat until I cried out, and everything within me collided into the hardest orgasm I’d ever had. I trembled violently, and bright violet light burst into my sight, filling it until I gasped. The room spun around me, whimpering his name like he was a saint, and I was a sinner who needed him to save me.
He groaned, standing up to stare down at me as he held his cock tightly, causing the thick head to turn purple in his hand. I sat up from the desk, dropping to the ground at his feet, peering up at him, silently asking permission