LOGINback, hips pressing insistently against my mouth, grinding and rolling over me, dragging my tongue deep inside her tight, slick core. I thrust, curling and flicking my tongue against the walls that clenched and pulsed around me, stroking the spot that made her shiver violently. My hand cupped her breast, kneading and squeezing, fingers pressing into the taut flesh as her belly drew in sharply, a tremor rolling through her, and a ragged, broken moan tore from her throat.
“Ah… Caesar… yes… just like that…” She gasped, voice trembling, breath hitching as she pressed harder into me, hips bucking, desperate for more. “You like that, little fire?” I mumbled, voice low and rough, tongue sliding, curling, and pressing inside her core, tracing the sensitive ridges that made her whimper. “Tell me you love it.” “Yes… I love it, Caesar… Please… Don’t stop… I love it…” She responded, rocking her hips insistently into my mouth, grinding closer, chasing every flick, every push of my tongue as I teased her relentlessly. I pulled back slowly, letting her quiver in desperate need before replacing my tongue with my hand. My fingers slipped inside her slick, tight channel, gliding and curling along the pulsing ridges that clenched instinctively around me. I drew them back just enough to feel the slick warmth cling to my finger, then pushed them forward again, thrusting back in, coaxing trembles and whimpers from her. My tongue moved to her clit, circling and flicking, swirling over the sensitive nub, pressing with rhythmic insistence, teasing her into shivers that ran through her entire body as I thrust my finger in and out of her cunt, dipping and curling at the spot that made her gasp uncontrollably. “Caesar… please… I need more,” she gasped, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer, voice trembling with longing. “You’ll get it, little fire,” I murmured, my tongue flicking and circling her clit while my finger pumped in and out of her core. Her back arched violently, hips pressing hard into my hand, muscles clenching around my fingers as ragged moans spilled freely from her lips. “I… can’t… hold it…” she whimpered, shivering, and I twisted my fingers, curling them deeper into her core as I pressed my mouth to her cunt, letting my lips brush over the sensitive folds, my tongue swirling and flicking over her clit. “Then don’t hold back, my little flame,” I added, pressing deeper, pumping faster, matching each movement with the strokes of my tongue. “Oh… god… yes…” She moaned, hips jerking insistently against my hand, grinding herself closer, chasing every stroke, every flick, every press. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging as she arched further, pressing herself into the heat of my mouth and the firm, insistent thrusts of my fingers. Her cunt practically drenched me with her release, warm, slick, and sticky, the scent and taste of her arousal thick and intoxicating, coating my tongue and fingers. “Please… don’t stop, Caesar…” she whimpered, voice trembling, hips pressing frantically. I shifted, letting my finger press deep inside her, curling and thrusting into her tight, slick channel with a slow pressure, then picking up rhythm, pounding her core in quickly, making her back arch violently. Her walls clenched around my finger, pulsing and tightening with each thrust, dragging ragged gasps and desperate whimpers from her lips. I pulled back slightly, letting my thumb curve upward, flicking her swollen clit while my finger continued pounding into her tight channel. Her hips jerked and rolled, fingers tangling in my hair, back arching as her body writhed under the dual assault, shivering and gasping with need. I pressed deeper, curling my finger inside her, pumping even harder, letting her slick walls cling and pulse around it. My thumb circled and flicked her clit, pressing and sweeping in sync with my thrusts, driving her closer to the edge, making her tremble, writhe, and moan helplessly under the delicious torment I controlled. “Oh… god… Caesar… Don’t stop,” she whimpered, hips rolling and bucking into my fingers, grinding insistently, desperate for the exquisite sensation I offered yet denied. “Not yet, my little flame… Hold it for me,” I murmured, pressing my fingers deeper into her slick channel, pumping in long, purposeful strokes while my thumb danced over her clit, teasing and flicking, coaxing ragged gasps and whines from her lips. “Please… please, Caesar…” She gasped, voice ragged, hips pressing and rolling on their own, grinding insistently against my hand, desperate for release. I held her steady, plunging my fingers deep into her slick, tight channel, curling and flexing to trace the sensitive ridges of her core. My thumb pressed and flicked her swollen clit, stroking and circling in rhythm with the thrusts of my fingers, drawing shuddering moans from her lips as her body trembled. “Oh… fuck… yes… don’t stop…” she begged, breathless and trembling. I slid my tongue back against her, pressing it flat over her clit, swirling and sucking, following the same teasing rhythm as my fingers. I traced her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking and circling while my fingers drove deep inside her, thrusting in and out of her wet slippery cunt. “Caesar…” she gasped, voice trembling, raw, and desperate, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me deeper. I twisted and flexed my fingers inside her, plunging into the heat that clenched around me, while my thumb circled and flicked her swollen clit, my tongue joining in, tracing and teasing in perfect rhythm. Shivers raced down her spine, her body quaking and trembling beneath me, pressing into my mouth and fingers as I drove deeper and faster. “Oh… god… Caesar… yes… harder…” She whimpered, hips rocking frantically, desperate for the exquisite torment I delivered. I didn’t relent. My fingers thrust and withdrew with relentless speed, curling and flexing inside her, pressing into the spot that made her tremble uncontrollably. My tongue flicked and swirled over her clit, syncing perfectly with my fingers as I pushed her higher, every motion designed to draw ragged gasps and helpless moans from her lips. I sank my fingers deeper, curling and thrusting into her slick, tight core. “Caesar… oh… yes… please…” she whimpered, pressing insistently, driving herself against the sensations I delivered. Every pulse of her core clenched and clung to my fingers, every grind pressed into my hand, and I drove deeper, thrusting with force, curling and flexing to hit the spot deep in her core. Her body trembled and quaked yet I held her on the edge, letting her walls pulse and squeeze, clinging to my fingers, desperate for release she could not have. Then, slowly, I drew my fingers out, slick and glistening, leaving her trembling, aching and frustrated. I pressed my lips against the warm, soft skin of her inner thigh, my voice low and possessive, vibrating against her. “Did I ask you to cum, kitten?” She whimpered, biting her lower lip, trembling, hips pressing into nothing, desperate for my touch. “N-no… Please… Don’t stop, Caesar… Let me cum, please,” she begged, pressing herself into me, craving the return of my fingers, my tongue, and the exquisite torment only I could give. I spread her open wider with my fingers, letting my tongue dive deep into her pulsing core. I licked along the slick, heated walls, sliding over the tight, quivering channel, savoring her as her moans spiraled frantic and desperate. My saliva mingled with her wetness, coating my tongue and fingers in her intoxicating scent and taste, making her impossibly slippery. I pulled back briefly, just enough to watch her glistening, trembling cunt quiver in want, then returned, dragging my tongue across her swollen clit in slow circles. My middle finger plunged back into her tight, shivering core, curling and pressing against the ridges that clenched instinctively around me. She arched violently, hips lifting, spreading herself wider, body quivering. I began pumping steadily, sinking fully, then withdrawing just enough to tease, thrusting with rhythmic insistence that drove her crazy. My thumb rolled and flicked over her clit in perfect sync with each stroke, coaxing ragged whines and desperate gasps from her lips. Her muscles clenched and pulsed, gripping my finger as if trying to pull me in deeper, desperate for more. Her legs trembled violently, one pressing against the wall, hips rolling and bucking, grinding insistently into my fingers. “Oh… Caesar… please… I can’t…” she moaned, voice breaking, trembling as her body pressed hard into mine, craving for every movement I gave. I held her at the edge, prolonging the exquisite torment, pressing her higher with controlled, calculated thrusts, letting her orgasm build and writhe in suspended ecstasy without letting her release. Her cries echoed against the tiles, raw and frantic, winding the coil of tension tighter inside her, nearly unbearable, as her juices dripped out into my hands. Leaning closerCEASAR'S POV Vera's breath hitched, sharp and audible in the quiet cabin. She obeyed instantly, without question, without hesitation. The silk parted like water as her thighs fell open on the leather seat, knees trembling, exposing everything, her swollen, flushed pussy lips still puffy and glistening from earlier, the slick mess of her arousal smeared across her skin. Another slow bead of her own wetness slipped free right in front of my eyes, rolling lazily down her inner thigh like a confession. I haven’t even touched her yet. Just looked and let her feel my stare like a brand burning straight between her legs. “That’s it,” I murmured, thumb still tracing the bite on her shoulder, slow and possessive. “Show me what’s mine.” She shifted slightly, thighs spreading wider, hips tilting up just enough to give me the perfect view of her ruined, dripping cunt still open from my cock, still pulsing, still begging. I slid one hand up the inside of her leg slowly, fingertips dragging
JANEVERA'S POV I screamed as the orgasm detonated, my hands clawing desperately at his back, nails carving bloody furrows into his skin. My spine bowed clean off the couch, tits thrust high, and body seized as the pleasure exploded through me. My pussy clamped down on him in violent, pulsing spasms, milking his cock so hard I felt every vein throb in response. Then I squirted, long, forceful jets of hot, clear liquid gushing out around his pistoning shaft, drenching his abs, his balls, the couch, and everything in a shameful, unstoppable flood. “OH FUCK… OH FUUUUCKKK!!!” Another jolt, then another, each spasm ripping a broken, guttural cry from my throat as I convulsed beneath him, thighs shaking, vision blacking at the edges, completely lost. “Come on my cock,” he snarled through gritted teeth, hips never slowing. “Let me feel that tight little cunt squeeze me while you cum. Give me every fucking drop.” He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. He just growled through it, pounding me through t
JANEVERA'S POV His grip tightened, almost painful, lifting and weighing my breasts in his palms like he was making me feel the truth of his ownership in my bones, making me feel his words as much as his hands. Before I could even gasp, he dropped his head and his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, dragging a slow, wet stripe across my other nipple in one long, filthy lick. The scalding heat made me jerk, pussy clenching hard around his buried cock, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. “That’s me owning you,” he growled against the slick, aching peak, teeth scraping the sensitive tip, breath burning my skin. Then his mouth lashed out and closed over my nipple. He sucked, hard and relentlessly, cheeks hollowing as he pulled the swollen, aching bud deep into the scalding furnace of his mouth. The draw was vicious, electric, pleasure detonated from my breast and shot straight to my clit like a lightning strike, making my pussy spasm wildly around his buried cock. At the exact same
JaneVera’s POV For the next forty-five minutes she did exactly that. Dress after dress after dress. Heel after heel. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets that could pay rent for a year. I’d disappear into the changing alcove, step out, and twirl under the soft, golden lights while she circled me like a general inspecting troops. Ten gowns, fifteen, twenty silk whispering over my skin, satin clinging, velvet heavy, feathers brushing my thighs, crystals catching the light like scattered stars. She kept shaking her head, muttering, “No… not lethal enough,” or “Close, but not cruel enough.” I stepped in and out of silk and satin until my feet ached and my head spun, while she would either nod or shake her head no. Until finally, finally, her fingers paused on a hanger near the very back. She pulled it out slowly, reverently. I slipped it on. The dress slid over me like liquid midnight poured straight from a starless sky. Tiny black diamonds were scattered across the fabric like crushed gala
JANEVERA'S POV His grip tightened, almost painful, lifting and weighing my breasts in his palms like he was making me feel the truth of his ownership in my bones, making me feel his words as much as his hands. Before I could even gasp, he dropped his head and his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, dragging a slow, wet stripe across my other nipple in one long, filthy lick. The scalding heat made me jerk, pussy clenching hard around his buried cock, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. “That’s me owning you,” he growled against the slick, aching peak, teeth scraping the sensitive tip, breath burning my skin. Then his mouth lashed out and closed over my nipple. He sucked, hard and relentlessly, cheeks hollowing as he pulled the swollen, aching bud deep into the scalding furnace of his mouth. The draw was vicious, electric, pleasure detonated from my breast and shot straight to my clit like a lightning strike, making my pussy spasm wildly around his buried cock. At the exact same
Janevera’s POV I finished the meal faster than I meant to, shoving down the last bite and grabbing the glass of water. I tilted it back and swallowed the whole thing in one go, the cool rush doing nothing, absolutely nothing, to settle the storm twisting inside me. My mind was stuck on her. That woman. The one his guard announced so casually, like she was someone familiar, someone expected. And the more I thought about it, the more it scraped at me until I knew I wouldn’t breathe right unless I went downstairs and saw for myself. Who she was. What she was to Caesar. If she was another slut he kept around… or if she was here to replace me. I slid off the bed, still naked, not even thinking about clothes. I stalked out of the room and down the hallway, each step fueled by that ugly mix of curiosity and something worse, something I didn’t want to name. My feet hit the stairs, and the second I reached the bottom, the sight waiting for me made every muscle in my body coil tight. There
Ceasar's Pov When she finally faced me, her gaze never leaving mine, I let my fingers brush along her jaw once more, a gentle, teasing coax that dared her without touching more than necessary. The water ran over us, steam curling thick and heavy, but my focus was entirely on her, her lips, the ri
The hallway stretched ahead, quiet and endless, bathed in the low amber glow of sconces that traced the walls like a pulse. My bare feet made no sound against the marble, but my heartbeat did, loud enough that I was certain he could hear it. Ceasar didn’t look back and didn’t speak, but the slow r
Ceasar's Pov I smiled against her heated skin, letting the rough vibration of my low voice brush over her sensitive folds. “Not stopping, my sweet vixen,” I murmured, lips and tongue working together, pressing and curling over the swollen tip of her clit. My tongue circled, flicked, and traced t
CEASAR'S POV“The line’s already ruined,” I growled at her mouth. “I’m two seconds from dragging you into the coat check and fucking you until that dress is on the floor and my name is the only sound you can make.”I expected Vera to be scared by my threat to ruin her but instead, she leaned in, le