Page 47 of Dark Desires

“Eager, are we?” I ask.

“You’re one to talk,” she fires back. Her nails graze the back of my neck.

Suddenly, she drops to her knees in front of me and undoes my belt slowly, flashing her eyes up at me as she does.

“I’ve never done this before.” Her hands go to work opening my belt and zipper. “So go easy on me.”

I lean forward and press the “stop” button. It’s my private elevator, so I don’t mind holding it up.

“I’m sure you’ll be excellent at it.”

She tugs down my underwear, my cock springing into her slender fingers. Isa’s eyes flash at the sight of my erect manhood in front of her, a bead of precum at the end. She leans forward tentatively, dabbing my seed with her tongue.

“How does it taste,Devotchka?” I ask, placing my hand on her cheek and sweeping her hair to the side.

“Sweet. Perfect. I want more.”

I chuckle. “Work hard for me, and maybe you’ll get it.”

She flashes me another sexy smile. Then, those plush, pink lips of hers part just a bit, and she places one kiss, then another on my head. I groan at the sensation, the pleasure intense and immediate.

Isa leans forward more, taking my head into the warm wetness of her mouth. She sucks and licks carefully, her tongue swirling slowly around my thickness.

“There you go,” I say. “Just like that.”

She takes more of me into her mouth, sucking gently. With each descent down my length, she grows just a bit more confident. And God, the sight of her on her knees before me, her mouth full of my dick, turns me on like nothing else.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this.”

My words give her a little encouragement. She doubles her efforts, taking as much of me as she can into her eager mouth.The soft, wet sounds of her lips on my cock fill the air, and the pleasure mounts by the second.

She takes hold of my balls, squeezing them gently as she sucks.

“Stop.” It takes all the restraint I have to utter the word.

Isa slides her lips up my length once again, this time letting me fall out.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

I take her by the arm, gently guiding Isa to her feet. When she’s standing, I lean down and give her another slow, deep kiss.

“Nothing,Devotchka—it was perfect.”

She smirks. “Then why didn’t you let me finish? I wanted to taste you.”

“Another time, perhaps.”

I reach forward and press the button, the elevator restarting its ascent. I tuck my cock back into my slacks and zip up, finishing by giving her ass a firm swat and squeeze. She gasps.

“When we go inside,” I say, “I want you to go right to the back windows and put your hands against the glass. Understand?”

I give her ass another squeeze, eliciting another gasp.

“I understand.”

The doors slide open, and I guide her into the apartment with a firm hand on her lower back. She doesn’t resist.

The door shuts behind us, and she goes over to the window, just like I’d asked. I can’t take my eyes off the way her ass looks, along with the way she sways her hips as she moves.