Read Novel Full Chapter 916: Eziel’s Request: Purity Watches (r-18)
Chapter 916: Eziel’s Request: Purity Watches (r-18)
A/N:Sorry about the boring POV, I won’t be doing that again. For once I let someone’s comment get to me and now I ruined two Chapter I return. I am sorry guys.
He pulled back from her soaked panties just long enough to rise—slow, deliberate, towering over her where she sat half-naked on the edge of the desk like a sacrificial offering.
Her ruined blouse hung in pathetic tatters from her elbows, silk shredded and clinging like war-torn banners. The black lace bra was brutally shoved down beneath the heavy undersides of her tits, forcing them upward into obscene, jiggling prominence.
Those full, pale breasts rose and fell in frantic, heaving rhythm—sweat gleaming in the deep cleavage, trickling down the soft undercurve to pool in her navel.
Her nipples stood out dark and obscenely erect, swollen from his earlier cruel pinches and bites, the areolas puckered tight and shiny with his spit.
Sweat from her arousal and desperate fight from not losing it and fuck his face... sheened every inch of exposed skin: glossy on her collarbones, in the valley between her tits, across the gentle swell of her belly that quivered with every ragged breath.
Her skirt remained bunched uselessly around her waist like a forgotten belt, but the panties—once delicate black lace—were now a transparent, clinging second skin, utterly saturated.
The fabric molded to every detail of her swollen, spasming cunt: outer lips puffed and parted like overripe fruit, the dark-rose inner folds visible through the sheer material, her clit a rigid, throbbing pearl pressing insistently against the lace.
Every tiny twitch of her tiny entrance her husband has never fully filled with his pathetic cock was on obscene display—clenching, fluttering, pushing out thick, pearly strings of cream that stretched, snapped, and dripped in slow, viscous rivulets onto the polished mahogany.
A small, glossy puddle was already forming beneath her ass, reflecting the cold fluorescent light like liquid sin.
He reached down with casual cruelty and hooked two thick fingers into the waistband of her skirt and ruined panties together.
RRRIIIIPPPPPP
One savage yank.
The seams gave with a loud, satisfying rrrrrip—fabric tearing apart like paper. Skirt and panties slid down her trembling thighs in a crumpled heap at her ankles, leaving her utterly bare from the waist down.
Her legs parted wider on pure instinct, knees falling open with a soft slap against the desk edge.
The cool office air hit her overheated, dripping sex like a slap; her entrance clenched hard once—visibly—squeezing out another fat rope of slick that stretched obscenely before breaking and splattering against her inner thigh in a warm, sticky trail.
She was completely exposed now—blouse in rags, bra a useless frame beneath her heaving tits, lower half naked and shameless. Her pussy glistened like wet pink silk under the harsh lights: outer lips fat and flushed, inner labia dark and ruffled, blooming open like petals in heat.
Her clit stood proud and engorged, pulsing visibly with every heartbeat.
The small, hungry thin slit of her cunt fluttered open and closed in desperate little spasms, winking at him, begging, leaking steadily—slick shining on every fold, coating her perineum, dripping down to darken the wood beneath her ass in a spreading, mirrored pool of her own desperate arousal.
He stepped back one deliberate pace—eyes locked on hers, drinking in her shame and hunger—and unbuckled his belt with torturous slowness. The metal clinked like a promise in Eziel’s ears... something she’s been dying to see.
She’d felt it with her feet while on the conference table as they teased each other under the table while they discussed business.
Now here they were.
She was about to see it.
Zipper rasped down inch by inch.
He shoved trousers and boxers low on his hips, just enough.
His cock sprang free—heavy, brutally thick, ridged with thick veins that stood out like ropes under flushed, taut skin.
The swollen head was already slick and angry-red, a fat pearl of precum beading at the slit and slowly oozing down the underside in a shiny trail. It bobbed with his pulse, massive and unapologetic, far too big for polite fucking.
Her breath hitched audibly—a sharp, needy gasp. Her eyes dropped instantly and locked on it. Wide. Unblinking. Pupils blown to black voids that swallowed every trace of color.
Her lips parted on a soft, broken "ohhh..." that melted into a whimper.
Her chest heaved harder; fresh sweat broke along her hairline and upper lip.
Her small hands trembled on the desk edge, knuckles bone-white, nails digging into the wood as though anchoring herself against the tidal wave of want crashing through her.
He closed the distance again—cock swaying heavily with each step, head glistening, veins throbbing. He leaned in, one hand cupping the back of her neck in a possessive grip, and kissed her—deep, filthy, tongue fucking into her mouth while his free hand guided the blunt, leaking crown to brush the soft inside of her thigh.
He painted a slow, deliberate stripe of hot precum across her skin, marking her like territory.
She whimpered into his mouth, hips jerking forward instinctively, trying to chase that thick heat.
He broke the kiss with a wet suck and lowered his head to her left breast. Lips sealed around the dark, stiff nipple—sucking hard, deep hollow-cheeked pulls that made the flesh dimple inward.
His tongue lashed the sensitive tip in rapid, merciless flicks. His hand claimed the right tit—cupping the heavy, sweat-slick weight, thumb and forefinger capturing the nipple in slow, twisting pinches that dragged a high, keening wail from her throat.
"Eros—" she gasped, voice splintering. "God—your mouth—fuck—"
"I am a god... so..." He chuckled.
Eziel looked at him and chuckled at his arrogance.
He was so good that the arrogance felt like truth.
He released the nipple with a lewd pop, kissed the soft underside, then dragged his tongue in a slow, wet circle around the areola before capturing the other nipple—sucking harder, teeth grazing the tender bud just enough to sting and make her back bow off the desk.
All the while his cock rested hot and heavy against her inner thigh, leaking steadily, the blunt head nudging inexorably closer to her waiting, fluttering entrance without yet breaching her.
He lifted his head, lips shining with spit and her sweat, eyes black and locked on hers.
"Listen to me," he growled, voice low, rough, almost reverent. "You started this—yes. You begged for it... for me to fuck you on your own fucking desk. But I DO NOT DO ONE-TIME SEX... So the moment I slide my fat cock inside your greedy little cunt..."
He nudged the swollen head against her slick folds—slow, teasing pressure that parted her outer lips, spreading them wide around the ridge without entering.
"...the moment it stretches you open and fills you to the pussy whole... you’re mine. Forever. No more pretending. No more board meetings where you play the good girl. No more daddy’s perfect daughter. Just my dripping, cock-drunk woman. My woman, Eziel."
Her hands flew to his neck—both of them—fingers locking tight behind his nape, yanking him down until their foreheads pressed together. Her breath came in hot, ragged pants against his lips.
"Eros," she whispered—his true name, the one that made the air thicken with power. "When you fuck me with that huge fucking cock... make sure everyone in this building hears me scream." Her voice cracked, eyes glassy and desperate.
"And then take me away with you. From my father. From my husband. From this life. Just... take me. Breed me. Own me."
A slow, dark, predatory grin spread across his face—possessive, tender, and utterly merciless.
"Gladly."
He shifted his hips.
The fat, leaking head kissed her small, fluttering entrance—hot, blunt, unyielding. He knocked against it once—firm, deliberate—letting her feel every inch of the impossible stretch about to split her open.