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“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he croaked, then froze before forcing a cocky smirk on his face as he glanced up at me. “This’ll be easy.”

“Don’t be so—nngh.” My elbows finally gave out as he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I fell flat onto the desk. My hips jerked, and he made another rough sound as he sucked, claws biting into my thighs.

My socked feet were shifting restlessly on the armrests of his chair, making it jerk side to side slightly. With a grunt of irritation, he tightened his grip on my thighs and hoisted my legs over his wide shoulders, still licking and swirling his tongue the entire time.

Well, alright then. I swallowed thickly, trying to stop myself from panting too hard, and crossed my ankles at his nape to use the impressive strength in my legs to tug him closer, until his flat nose was pressed firmly against my pubic mound.

var Rorik seemed to like it, a shudder running down his back as he groaned and slurped on my clit with renewed vigour, making my legs start to shake.

I was trying so hard to retain my last shred of control, but he was rapidly stripping it from me with his infuriatingly talented tongue. My hands scrabbled over the smooth wood of his desk as I resisted the urge to bury them in his long, perfect hair. It felt too intimate to touch him like that, which didn’t really make much sense while his tongue was between my legs. But I didn’t want him to know how close I was to coming. How fucking good he was at this.

I choked on a breath when he speared me with his tongue, its ridged texture bumping over my inner walls. Oh god, it was longer than a human’s, which meant there was a chance he could—

A strained, “Sh-shit,” burst out of me when the tip of his tongue smoothed over my g-spot. And then he slid a hand inward to stroke my clit fast with the pad of his thumb, assaulting all my nerve endings from both sides.

Oh god. Oh fuck. My thighs started to quake, hips jerking frantically as I reached up and grabbed the edge of the desk above my head, needing to hold on to something so I didn’t clutch desperately at his hair. I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore, heat blooming through my lower body and my pulse pounding in my ears. I felt more than heard the muffled groan that came from him, his tongue still buried deep and his slippery thumb rubbing my clit with determined, relentless speed.

A hoarse cry ripped from my throat when the orgasm hit me in a hard wave, bowing my spine up off the desk. I moaned with every burst of pleasure that splintered out from my clit, the intensity of it making me shudder and hunch inward. I gave in and fisted his hair to hold him in place, hearing another guttural groan leave him as I clenched around his tongue.

Long moments later, he slid it free, but kept licking me feverishly instead of pulling away. My weak, shaking legs slid off his shoulders, feet landing heavily on the armrests of his chair. I released his hair and collapsed back onto the desk, my chest heaving as I stared up at the ceiling through dazed eyes. A hoarse moan left him as he licked his way back up to my clit and gave it a wet kiss.

My hips jerked with sensitivity, but I was almost positive he’d be able to make me come again if he kept it up for long enough. Which probably wouldn’t need to be all that long. But a few seconds later, he tore his mouth away.

The creak of his chair made me struggle up onto my hands in a rush, something small and vulnerable pinching at my chest as I rushed to shore up my defences. If he stood up and left without a word, or laughed about making me come so hard, or mentioned the flaming shots, I was pretty sure I’d kick him in the face.

But when I looked at him, he was frantically clawing at the front of his pants before groaning in relief as he reached in and pulled out his cock.

My mouth went dry. Good grief, that was…

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, fist already flying up and down the hard length.

With his free hand, he gripped my calf, tight gaze roaming from my face down to between my legs. His eyes flared with heat, tongue swiping over his lower lip as his chest began to heave.

“Shit, yeah, stay just like that,” he panted, gaze locked on my spread pussy, still wet and swollen from his mouth.

I couldn’t speak as I stared, my own breaths quickening once again. His cock was black like the rest of his skin, with a hint of blue around its hairless base. It jutted up between the tails of his shirt, unfathomably dark against the stark white fabric.

And it was ridiculously long. Half of me wanted to snap my legs shut and shove his chair away at the sight of that monster, while the other half was pleading with me to demand he get up on this desk and see how much would actually fit inside me.

But then I remembered the barbs, and I watched in fascination as his sliding fist pushed them inward with every upstroke, before they flared back out once they were free from the tight ring of his fingers. The head was smooth and tapered, already gleaming with smoky pre-cum.

I wondered how he would react if I got to my knees and drew the head of his cock into my mouth. Or if I got to my knees and asked him if he wanted that—forced him to admit that he did. Maybe made him beg a little. But the thought of watching him make himself come kept me on the desk. Instead, I found myself lowering a hand between my legs and sliding my fingers over my pussy, my gaze locked on the big, dark fist shuttling up and down that long, perfect cock.

Of course his dick was as perfect as the rest of him. Bastard.

“Nngh, fuck,” var Rorik groaned through gritted teeth as he watched me touch myself.

His fingers dug harder into my leg, claws pricking at the meat of my calf. I couldn’t stop the low moan that left me, letting my knees fall open even wider as I used all four fingers to circle my clit in rough strokes. My hips bucked against my hand, belly clenching as a new knot of pleasure formed, drawing tighter and tighter while he stroked his big dick in front of me, slumped back in his desk chair, still fully dressed in his expensive suit with just the straining length of his cock jutting from his fly.

“Sh-shit.” His hips twitched, thighs spreading wider as he started humping his hand. “Oh fuck—”

The knot of pleasure unfurled into a second, smaller orgasm that made me shudder as his cock started firing long ropes of dark, gleaming cum all over his crisp white shirt and pale blue tie. He loosed a ragged groan, head tipping back and eyes squeezing closed, his lips parted just enough to show me a hint of his sharp white teeth.

I couldn’t look away, panting after my second orgasm, my hand still pressed firmly against my throbbing cunt.

“Fuuuck.” His fist slowed, still stroking languidly over his length as his body sagged back into the chair. He released a hard breath, heavy eyelids blinking open and a look of utter satiation on his stupidly handsome face.

Until the reality of what we’d just done seemed to hit us both at the exact same moment, the fog of lust evaporating in a jarring rush. I snapped my knees shut just as var Rorik choked on a breath and whipped his hand away from his cock. His head flew up, yellow eyes wide as he stared at me.