“Continue touching yourself,” he says.
“Fuck you.”
“Later.” His voice does nothing but increase the burning sensation throughout my body. Yep, decided. He needs to shutthe fuck up or I’ll come again, and we can’t have that happening, “Right now, you’re going to show me what your pussy looks like when you think about my cock in your mouth.”
His cock in my mouth. God. I’d give years of my life for a taste, for his hands on me, my skin, my throat, in my hair, pulling it. The image of him on top of me, under me, behind me. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My fingers are working faster just at the thought. I need it, I need him.
The sound of his hand moving up and down, skin on skin, is echoing in my ears. I’m doing everything I can not to come, but I’m too dizzy to think straight. All I want is to let the orgasm devour me and see him follow me.
“Faster,” I semi-moan, semi-scream.
And he does.
He looks like a God with his head tilted back, grunting through clenched teeth. His muscles flex and his cock twitches.
My hips buck, and I’m on the edge.
“Say it,” I order him. “Tell me I can come.”
He doesn’t stop stroking, doesn’t even break eye contact.
“You want to come for me?”
I nod.
“You want me to watch you fall apart while I coat my fist with every drop of cum you’ve earned?”
“Yes.”
He smirks. “Then do it. Come for me, little ember.”
And I do.
I come hard—screaming, thrashing, soaking the sheets. My legs shake and my thighs clench, but I keep rubbing, chasing every aftershock while he watches me burn up from the inside out.
He groans—one deep sound—and comes as well, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand, his shirt, dripping down his clothes. My cum.
His eyes don’t look away for a second, and neither do mine.
Now…now we are even.
CHAPTER 13
AZRAEL
Ididn’t touch her. Not physically, but my eyes lingered over her, and I couldn’t stop when I wanted to because seeing her was…pure perfection. This damn word I seem to use way too often with her.
I sat in that chair watching her come apart, collapsing under her own orgasm, pretending it didn’t affect me when all I wanted to do was close that fucking distance and fuck her properly. Every sound she made, every tremor, was more tempting than the previous one.
I’m surprised I even managed to control myself. I was so close, so damn close. And I would have gladly thrown that control right out the window if the consequences of my actions would not be so devastating. She is just a project. I cannot let the subject control me.
But then again, if that’s the case, why do I keep replaying the image of her pussy on a loop?
I left as soon as the soft sound of her heavy breathing stopped filling the room. I’d needed to get out of that place as soon as possible, without looking back, because if I had, I’d still be there.Inside her, wrapped around her, probably destroying her in a way she’d like.
Now I’m back in my office, trying to make sense of what just happened.
She left in pieces after the meeting and went home. Good, that worked as anticipated. But sometime last night, she was revived, stronger now knowing she got me. And how did I even cum just looking at her?