"Inside . Until I scream your na," she said shalessly, her voice as sultry as ever.
Daphne’s words sent a shiver of anticipation through Zaeryn. It wasn’t just the words themselves—but the way she said them. Breathless. Certain. Commanding.
With a controlled hunger, he pulled her closer and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his hands roaming her curves with possessive heat. Their bodies pressed close, heat crackling between them as he guided her backward—lips never breaking from hers—until her back bumped against the edge of the desk.
"Zaeryn," she gasped as he broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her throat. "Now..."
"Now what?" he rumbled against her skin, teeth teasing the lace of her bra. "Tell what you want, Daphne."
"You," she breathed, lting into his touch. "I want you inside . Now!"
But Zaeryn wasn’t having it. Not like that. He wanted her tone to change. He wanted to hear it from her lips—properly.
"Say please," he murmured, savoring the irony. For soone who’d once looked at him like a test subject, it only made him want to show her who was really in control here.
Daphne froze for a half-second. Seriously? She felt a flicker of annoyance. No one spoke to her like this. He wanted her to say please? To him? She was seconds from snapping back with a scathing comnt. But then his lips brushed lower, trailing kisses down her chest near her massive milk jugs with maddening patience.
She exhaled hard.
"Please," she finally whispered, the word low, reluctant, and drenched in heat.
Zaeryn didn’t need a second invitation.
In one swift move, he unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill into his eager hands. He pald the soft boons, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. This only made her even more eager for his dick,
"Zaeryn! What are you waiting for?" she squird, breathless and restless. But he only chuckled darkly.
"Patience," he said, echoing her earlier words with a wicked grin."I want to taste you first."
Daphne felt a very impatient flicker of frustration—but it was quickly drowned by the heat pooling low in her belly. In that mont, all she wanted was for him to slam his dick into her, hard and deep, until she forgot her own na. Finesse and control didn’t matter anymore. The way he took charge—the way he made her beg—only made her wetter. She’d already dropped to her knees for him, worshipping his cock with desperate hunger, and now, surrendering that last bit of control? That turned her on even more.
"Haaa..." She let out a shuddering breath as Zaeryn’s mouth closed over one peaked nipple, sucking hard. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, each pull sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Biting her lower lip, she grew wetter under his relentless attention—the sheer pressure of his mouth on her nipples unlike anything she’d ever felt.
He moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the sa aching devotion before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her stomach. Her skin was soft, trembling beneath his touch. When he reached the waistband of her lace panties, he hooked his fingers in and slowly dragged them down her legs—inch by inch—until she was bared completely to his hungry gaze.
His palms slid up her thighs, coaxing them apart as her arousal glistened—slick and dripping down her smooth skin. She was bare. Exposed. Nothing between her and his mouth but heat and anticipation. Zaeryn took his ti, letting his eyes drink her in. She was freshly shaven, her folds tight and glistening—inviting him in with every breath she took.
Daphne whimpered when she felt his breath ghost over her throbbing center. Her hips jerked on instinct. "Zaeryn, I need—" She was about to demand he stop teasing and just take her, but the words were ripped from her throat in a cry as his tongue slipped between her pussy, licking up the slickness coating her slit.
"Fuck, Zaeryn," she gasped, his hands gripping her hips as he feasted on her. His tongue circled her clit with maddening precision, flicking and stroking without rcy.
Her hand tangled in his hair, fingers gripping at the roots as she pulled him closer. Her other hand clamped over her breast, pinching the tip of her nipple as her hips rolled against his mouth. "Yes—yes, Zaeryn, just like that," she moaned, breathless, her eyes hazed with need.
He brought her right to the brink, the orgasm coming fast and hard—only to pull away, leaving her trembling and aching. "Zaeryn!" she cried out, trying to drag him back.
But he was already moving, rising over her, positioning himself between her thighs. His massive cock brushed her entrance as he leaned in, voice low and dark. "Now, for the main event. I want to feel you co on my cock."
Daphne could only nod eagerly, pulse pounding with anticipation. She was more than ready for him, her dripping cunt aching to be filled. She panted, thighs quivering, desperate to have him inside her.
He captured her mouth once again in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger, swallowing her gasp as he pushed his cock inside her—deep, inch by inch—stretching her around him with agonizing control.
Daphne felt the fat head of his cock sliding against the slick folds of her pussy, the tip catching on her entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he fed his length into her, the stretch and burn of his invasion making them both moan and pant into each other’s mouths.
With a wicked grin, Zaeryn thrust forward, burying his thick, veined cock into her soaking heat in one smooth, brutal stroke. Daphne let out a sharp cry that only made his cock throb inside her, her walls stretching around his girth. The sudden fullness made her spine arch and her arms scramble for purchase behind her, palms slipping on the polished wood of the desk.
"Oh goddess—"
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