Page 124 of Dance of Devils

Suddenly, he’s well and truly fucking my mouth with deep, powerful thrusts. I’m moaning and whimpering and mumbling around him, feeling my jaw stretched to the limit, my lips wrapped tight around his thickness. I’ve got one hand buried in my panties, rubbing my swollen clit frantically, the other stroking the considerable part of his cock I can’t get into my mouth as he rams into the back of my throat over and over, gritting his teeth.

He starts to swell bigger, his thrusts getting rougher as his eyes clash with mine. His brow caves, and when I feel his thighs clench, I whimper as I suck on him even harder, drooling all over him, making him wet as he fucks my mouth.

With a choked groan deep in his chest, Kir shoves his cock into the very back of my throat. And then, he starts to come.

Explosively.

I moan when I feel the first jet of hot cum spray across my tongue. I swallow it just as a second rope fills my mouth. Then a third, and a fourth.

Holy fuck.

He just keeps coming. No matter how quickly I swallow it, more and more cum gushes into my mouth, until it’s dripping down his shaft and my chin, and coating my lips.

I’ve barely slid my mouth off him before he throws the phone aside, scoops me up off the floor, and lifts me into his lap. He cups my jaw and crushes his lips to mine, growling into the kiss as our tongues dance together, not even giving a single fuck that he’s just filled my mouth with his cum.

I moan and kiss him back, clutching at his face and shamelessly grinding my drenched panties and throbbing pussy against his still-hard cock.

“Did my babygirl make a fucking mess of her panties sucking my cock like a good girl?” he murmurs into my mouth,

My face caves as I nod eagerly, grinding against him.

“Yes, sir…” I moan.

“We can’t have that, can we.”

With a single sweep of his arm, he clears his desk, drapes me across it with my legs hanging off the edge, and yanks off my panties. I cry out when he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue snaking around my clit as he sucks it between his lips. Two thick fingers curl into me, fucking me hard and fast and deep as he mercilessly sucks and tongues my button.

It takes all of thirty seconds before my back is arching from the desk and a scream ripping from my throat, the orgasm tearing though me like a hurricane.

I collapse back on his desk, utterly spent—my thighs shaking and slick, his cum still on my chin, and pure fire humming through my veins as he gathers me into his arms.

“How wasthat,” I mumble, a goofy, lazy grin on my face.

“Very good,” he growls quietly, leaning down to let his lips brush mine. “That waswaytoo fucking good.”

Then I stretch up, closing the distance between our mouths as he carries me from the room.

29

KIR

I tryto tell myself that I need to slow down. That the last fucking thing Brooklyn needs is yet another man lusting after her and gazing at her with eyes that scream “swallow my cock”.

But all that goes toshitwhenever she even looks at me.

“Kir?”

I blink, my brow knitting as I refocus on her.

Case. In. Point.

Last I remember, I was sitting at my desk. Then Brooklyn walked in after getting home from rehearsal. I forget everything after that because apparently all I can do when this girl comes into a room isstareat her.

I clear my throat. “Sorry—what?”

Brooklyn flashes an amused look. “Senior moment?”

“Careful, babygirl.”