Page 8 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

When I pull out, Raina makes a small sound of protest, but I don’t give her time to settle.

Instead I lift her off the desk completely, turning her body so her back presses to my front.

My hands slide under her thighs and I hoist her up, her feet leaving the floor as I carry her the few steps to the wide leather chair by the window.

I sit down first, settling her on my lap facing away from me, her legs spread over mine.

“Like this,” I tell her, guiding her down onto my cock again. She sinks onto me slowly at first, adjusting to the new angle, and I feel every inch as she takes me back in. Her weight settles fully and I groan low in my throat.

From here I can hold her hips and control the pace while her body remains open for me.

I start moving her up and down, setting a steady rhythm that lets me go deep each time she drops onto me.

Her hands grip my knees and I keep one palm flat on her stomach, the other sliding up to cup one of her tits again, rolling the nipple between my fingers the way she responded to before.

She leans back against my chest, her head falling to the side, and I take the invitation to kiss along her shoulder, thrusting up harder when she starts to meet me.

“Tell me,” I say against her skin, straining with the effort of holding back. “Tell me how full you feel right now.”

She breathes out the words between moans, her voice unsteady. “So full.”

I smile against her neck and pick up the pace, bouncing her on my lap with more force. The chair creaks under us but holds as I move my hand from her stomach down between her legs, finding her clit with my fingers and stroking in tight circles.

Her inner walls flutter around my dick, already building again. I can feel how close she is by how thighs start to shake against mine.

I keep her moving on me, fingers working her clit while my other hand squeezes her tit, pinching just enough to pull another sharp moan from her throat.

Her back arches and she pushes down onto me harder, chasing the sensation.

I watch over her shoulder as her body responds, her tits bouncing, her skin growing slick with sweat. Her body’s so responsive.

“Come again,” I murmur directly into her ear. “I want to feel you lose control one more time before I fill you.”

She nods frantically, her breaths turning into short whimpers. I thrust faster, grinding into her on each downstroke, and my fingers never stop their steady pressure on her clit.

Her whole body tightens then she breaks, clamping down around me in strong waves that make my jaw clench.

I hold her through it, keeping her impaled on me while she trembles and gasps, her fingers digging into my flesh.

Only when her spasms start to ease do I start chasing my own release.

Her body continues to flutter around me, and I can feel my balls tightening, the pressure building at the base of my spine.

I pound into her, until the edge rushes right up to me and I’m staring into the abyss, ready to explode.

I bury myself as deep as I can and let go.

My cock pulses hard, flooding her with every thick spurt of cum. I keep thrusting through it, pushing my release as far into her as possible, grinding against her with each contraction.

The pleasure drags out longer than I expect, wave after wave draining into her while she clenches around me like her body wants to keep every drop.

I stay buried deep inside her as the last pulses of my release fade, my chest pressed to her back.

Even now, with my cock still twitching inside her, I know how wickedly dangerous she is. I have only ever felt this drawn to one other woman in my life, and that ended in disaster.

The memory flashes through my mind, reminding me to keep my guard up. This is just incredible sex, I tell myself. Nothing more.

Yet her shyness, the way she hesitates before responding to every touch, her clear inexperience, stirs something in me that makes me want her again immediately.