2. A Dangerous Desire

AYRA

He looked at me without saying a word, then broke into a hearty laugh. His voice was warm and deep, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?” he said.

I felt a slight sting of offence. “And what was that supposed to mean?”

He took a step closer, his face dangerously close to mine. I could feel the air shift. His presence filled the room. His hand moved to my cheek, stroking it lightly.

“I have a good feeling this isn’t your thing because you look like a doe in a den of wolves.” His voice dropped to a quiet, low rumble, making my stomach flip with excitement.

I swallowed hard but refused to back down. I was taking charge of my life, and who the hell says I can't be aggressive?

I tried to wrap my hands around his neck, but they couldn’t quite reach. As I dragged him closer, in one swift move, my lips crashed into his.

His shock was evident—he froze for just a second—but it didn't last. He immediately took control. His hand found its way to the back of my hair, tugging lightly, pulling a gasp from me. He took that as his cue to slide his tongue in and deepen the kiss.

I moaned at the sheer feeling of his velvety tongue. His other hand found its way to the back of my ass, pulling me closer to him, making me feel his rock-hard length against me.

We continued to kiss and grind, the heat between us escalating, until he stopped. I whined at the loss of it all—his lips, his hips grinding on mine, his entire presence dominating me.

Brielle was right, I fear. These guys knew the female body. They knew it damn well. I’d never felt this way with Chris. And him being the only one I’d been with for years? That spoke volumes about his “skills.”

“Feisty, aren’t you now? But is this what you want? Because you can’t undo whatever comes next. So, I need you to make it clear,” he said, his voice low, teasing.

I wanted this. And besides, it was just one night of blissful sin. What did I have to lose?

“You’re speaking too much. Or are you afraid you won’t live up to the hype?” I challenged a smirk tugging at my lips.

He broke into a wide grin. “Do well to rate my performance tonight.”

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We got into the room in a frenzy, the drive here a blur. One moment, I was waving Brielle off as she whistled at my pick; the next, I was grabbing a fistful of his hair while he gave me the best head of my life.

“Don’t come yet,” he ordered, voice thick with promise. “I swear, it’ll be worth the delay.”

But I was already too far gone…too lost in the heat, in the need, to offer anything more than a desperate whine.

He didn’t stop. His tongue lapped at my clit with expert rhythm while his fingers worked me open, unrelenting. If I was going to lose my mind, this was how I wanted to go.

Pleasure surged through me—my clit throbbed, tingles raced from my pussy to my nipples and back again until I couldn’t tell where they started or ended.

“Good job holding it in, Cupcake,”. Now, come for me,” he coaxed, voice dark and low.

He continued to stroke deeper, while his tongue worked relentless circles around my clit. The combination made my hips jerk. It was too much, and it was still not enough.

My thighs clamped tight around his head, trapping his hand between them. I shattered, orgasm crashing through me in waves that left me breathless, my pussy pulsating and gripping his fingers as he held them inside me.

I trembled and shook as the pleasure rolled through me until I could barely breathe. And when I finally slumped back, spent and sated, he looked up with a smug smile, wiped his mouth, and licked his fingers like I was the finest dessert he’d ever tasted.

“You taste so good, like the sweet cupcake that you are” he groaned, and his cock twitched in response as if it had a mind of its own. He reached down to adjust himself, and I caught the motion—my lips curling into a slow, sultry smile.

His cock twitched again, eager and insistent, as if demanding attention. He ran a hand down his length, squeezing himself briefly before glancing up at me with a devilish grin. I couldn’t help but smile back, my body still buzzing from the aftermath of my orgasm.

His hands slid down between my body, his fingers brushing against the sensitive lips of my pussy. I moaned against his mouth, my body trembling in anticipation.

His hands moved to my breasts, cupping them, before finding my nipple and pinching it gently. A shock of pleasure shot straight through me, making my pussy clench in response, my hips rising slightly off the bed to meet him.

He didn’t waste time; with a shift of his body, his cock was teasing the entrance of my pussy, rubbing against me, making my clit swell and throb. My hips pushed forward, a silent plea, desperate for him to fill me.

He wasn’t in a rush though, he leaned down, kissing my neck, his lips trailing up to my jaw, then pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine. My mind was on fire, and I could barely think straight when his voice cut through the haze.

“Open your eyes and watch me,” he groaned, his voice low and commanding. My eyes snapped open, locking with his as I nodded breathlessly.

He pushed forward, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust, his thick cock stretching me inch by inch. It was overwhelming, almost too much to handle, but I couldn’t get enough. “God!” he groaned, pausing for a moment as if letting me get used to the feeling of being full.

I gasped, my pussy tightening around him, begging for more, wanting him to move.

He grinned, then slowly withdrew before thrusting back in. My breath caught as I felt him fill me again, deeper this time. The sensation of him inside me was intoxicating, and I couldn’t stop myself from meeting his thrusts, matching him stroke for stroke.

I could feel the tension building inside me again, my body was on edge, spiralling towards another orgasm. His pace quickened, his hips slamming into mine, making the desk groan under us. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, so intense I could barely think, barely breathe.

His hands gripped my hair, tugging my head back, exposing my neck as he kissed me there, biting gently, making me moan louder. It was all too much, and not nearly enough.

My fingers dug into his back, my nails trailing down to grip his firm ass, pulling him even deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind him, desperately holding onto him as if I could keep him inside me forever.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned, his breath ragged.

His lips found mine again, kissing me fiercely, his tongue making its way into my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he kissed me with growing urgency. Then, without warning, his hand moved down, finding my clit again, rubbing it in circles that pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

I couldn’t hold on much longer. My orgasm hit me hard, my pussy clenching around his cock as I trembled, my body convulsing with the intensity of it. I moaned loudly, gasping for air, as the wave of pleasure took over.

“Ughh,” he groaned, his voice thick with need.

His hips stuttered, and with one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, his cock pulsing as he came, filling me with warmth. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.

As my body trembled from the force of my climax, I couldn't help but think about how I'm definitely gifting Brielle a pink Hermes Kelly, for her birthday this year.