Page 32 of Hero of Havoc

I want more of it.

I want to forget the world exists around me.

I want to be consumed by him.

Desperate, I drag my tongue across his dick, relishing in his heat before I capture the tip of his cock between my lips. His eyes narrow as a hand threads through my hair, clinging to the loosened ponytail I slept in. The tension that vibrates across my skin at his touch spurs me into motion, and I take more of him in my mouth.

I’m obsessed with the sensation of my lips being stretched, and my nails claw into his legs as I hollow out my cheeks, eager to feel every inch of him.

“Fuck, Ivy.”

I smile around his length, dragging my hands up to the apex of his thighs, and he tenses, squirming as his hips flex. He takes the edge of control, and I love it, but uncertainty flashes in his eyes.

“Please,” I rasp, my lips brushing against the tip of his dick as I beg, and his eyebrows furrow.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Ivy.”

I scoff. “Funny, because I want you to ruin me.”

My words hang in the air, teetering between us like I’m dancing on a tightrope and he’s my safety net. This time, I’m confident he’ll catch me.

“Ivy,” he mutters huskily, and I dig my nails into his skin, making his hips flex and his cock jut against my lips. “Fuck.”

One curse from his lips and his resolve shatters as his hand curls tighter in my hair, and he moves again. His cock hits the back of my throat in one swift move, making me gag, my eyes watering, but it’s an addiction I need more of.

Dragging my hands to his ass cheeks, I silently beg for more, and he finally obliges.

He fucks my mouth with perfect precision, balanced precariously between weightlessness and force, leaving me a whimpering mess at his feet.

“What a sight you are, my mate,” he growls, his muscles clenched tight as he hovers above me, taking exactly what I want him to. “Look at you, saliva dripping down your chin. I bet you want it to be my cum, don’t you.”

I attempt to nod, but against his hold, it’s almost impossible, which only makes my desire increase. I know I’m wet between my thighs already.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a primal grin, sending a shiver down my spine as he twists his hand tighter in my hair and yanks me away from his length.

“Another time. Soon. But not now. Not when I need to feast on you before I sink my cock deep into your pussy and make it mine.”

Holy crap.

Gulping, I don’t fight against him as he tugs at my hair, encouraging me to my feet before backing me up against the desk behind me.

I’m acutely aware of the open window, but it’s nothing but lighting as he reaches behind me, swiping everything off the surface before grabbing my thighs and hiking me onto the desk.

He keeps me perched on the edge of the wood, my t-shirt gathering around my waist to expose my core.

Another desperate curse falls from his lips before he crushes his mouth against mine. His hand finds its way into my hair again as he tilts my head back, exposing my throat as he presses punishing kisses against my lips.

I’m a panting mess as he yanks back, dark, broody eyes finding mine before he sinks to his knees.

I shiver as his hands reach for my knees, spreading them wide to give himself a front row view of my center.

“Of course you have the prettiest pussy in the whole wide world,” he muses, ghosting his thumb through my folds before circling my clit, forcing another whimper from my lips.

My fingers curl around the edge of the desk in a weak attempt to keep me from falling, but it’s futile; I’m already descending, even if not physically.

Without the weight of lies and secrets lingering between us, everything feels… more.

All I can do is give in.