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But, I’ll try my hardest.
“Okay.”
His hand slips underneath my dress, skin against skin, as he holds my waist. “I want to hear you say it. I need to hear how much you want me.”
“I want you to touch me everywhere.” For most men, I wouldn’t dare say the words, but for him? Nikhil will be my exception.
“Good job, princess. Now, reach up and take my mask off.”
I’m shocked, but I don’t falter, even though it’s hard to reach around his head when he’s making my legs shake, nibbling on my neck in between his aggressive sucking. After a few seconds of me working the ties, the mask falls from his face.
My eyes eat up every inch of his face. I thought he was attractive before, but this man…he looks like a prince, as if I shouldn’t even be this close to him because he isn’t real.
He doesn’t give me much time to take it in before his hands are making quick work of my zipper, yanking my dress down until it’s pooling around me. “Step out of it.”
I don’t think I’ve ever obeyed anyone quicker.
My breath quickens as Nikhil’s hands begin to explore my body. He starts at my waist, hands firm and confident, sending shivers up my spine. Slowly, his hands move up, caressing my sides. He undoes my bra quickly, letting it fall. Thankfully, I’ve never been self-conscious, but he makes me do a double take.
His thumbs brush the undersides of my breasts, eliciting a gasp from my lips. He moves one hand to my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Our mouths devour each other, tongues tangling passionately. I can taste the wine on Nikhil’s breath, spicing up the kiss. His kiss is demanding, insistent, and I respond eagerly, desperately tugging on the strands of his dark hair in an attempt to pull him closer.
One hand cups my breast, thumb rubbing my already hardened nipple. I arch into his touch, moaning softly as pleasure shoots through me.
I’ve never been touched like this before, and I’m taking in every second.
His hands move lower, tracing the outline of my hips. I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. “Nikhil, please…”
A wicked smile plays on his lips as he steps back. Pulling me by the hand, he leads me to his desk, pushing aside papers and a laptop to clear a space. Then, without warning, he sweeps me up into his strong arms and places me on the desk, stepping between my legs.
Leaning forward, he places soft kisses along my collarbone, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin, making me squirm. Then, he lowers his head and takes one erect nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first before adding more force.
I moan, holding him to my breast as waves of pleasure wash over me. He teases my nipple with his tongue, swirling it around before biting gently.
I arch off the desk, crying out softly. “Oh yes, right there…don’t stop.”
His free hand pinches my nipple, and I’m in pure bliss, falling deeper into every single thing he does to my body. His other hand continues trailing down my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Slowly, deliberately, he slides my lace panties down my legs, past my knees, and off, baring me completely.
I spread legs wider, inviting him to continue his sensual torture. Nikhil obliges, trailing featherlight kisses down my stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue in my belly button before moving lower, his breath ghosting over my damp pussy and making me groan.
He lowers his mouth to my wet center, licking and sucking at my juicy lips, his tongue delving into my warm depths. I gasp, my hands clutching the edge of the desk as he eats me out hungrily, his tongue flicking my clit, then diving deep into my hole.
“Nikhil!” I cry out, my hips bucking involuntarily.
He holds my thighs tightly, keeping me in place as he feasts on my pussy, his tongue never ceasing its assault on my sensitive bud. He sucks and licks, adding the occasional gentle bite, driving me absolutely wild.
I feel my orgasm building, like a train gathering speed, hurtling toward its destination. “I’m gonna come!”
He growls in response, the vibration sending me over the edge. My back arches off the desk as a powerful orgasm rips through me, my juices flowing freely. Nikhil laps at me, drinking in my essence as I ride out the waves of pleasure, crying out his name.
When I finally come down from my high, I find him sitting back on his heels, a satisfied smirk on his face.
And shortly after, before I’ve even had the chance to catch my breath, there’s a knock on the door.
My eyes widen, and I try to cover myself up, but Nikhil doesn’t let me. “Right on time,” he comments.
Right on time for what?
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