In the Captivity of Temptation

21 Surrendering to Desire

Milana

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His gaze - a dark abyss, a turbulent whirlpool that drags me down to the depths. Sometimes, I still struggle with myself. God, I make every effort not to get pulled with it, but his burning gaze incinerates the last crumbs of my self-control and turns off all cautions, sweeping away barriers. Only bare instincts remain. Passion " hungry, beautiful, and wild. And HIM. My hearing no longer catches the noise of the office, and my attention is fully focused.

My hand aches and tingles from touches to the bulge in his pants. I want to feel him. Touch with hands, caress, and feel deep inside me. I want him to be as blown away as I am. Because I no longer control this. This is madness. And I gladly lose my mind - just to not be alone in this madness.

My flesh reacts to these fantasies with chaotic, sweet spasms. It's been wet down there for a long time, and the bottom of my belly aches. I can't anymore. This hellish torment twists all my insides. The need for him is overpowering and boundless.

Nervously, I lick my lips and lock my gaze on his lips. I rise on tiptoes. Wrap my arms around his broad neck. I'm not fully aware of what I'm doing, but I'm a million percent sure it's right and beautiful when I dive into these sensual lips with a passionate kiss.

I kiss him no less greedily than he had just a minute ago. I pull on his lower lip, run my tongue over it, which makes Andriy lose all reserve. He no longer holds back, and I am infinitely grateful for it.

Andriy presses me to his chest. Fiercely kneads firm buttocks and only increases the pressure of his tongue. I can't hold back a moan. My body responds to passionate touches like a violin under the fingers of a skilled violinist.

He strides forward, making me back up until I feel a cold, hard wall behind me. Then a broad hand slides down my thigh, stops at the edge of my dress and slowly moves up the inner side of my thighs, igniting me and making me spread my legs wider.

Here, warm, manly fingers go over thoroughly wet panties, and almost a growl escapes from his chest. He breaks away from my lips and leaves chaotic wet kisses on my thin neck. And those naughty fingers down push the strip of panties aside and dive into wet flesh.

" Oh, yes,” escapes in a sigh, and I throw my head back, opening access to the swollen half-spheres. My fingers delve into his soft hair, caressing dense, short strands. I don't squeeze hard, just press his head closer to me.

" Milana," he growls, covering my breasts with short kisses and speeding up the movement of his fingers in me.

" I want to feel you inside me, " I whisper.

He pauses for a moment. My plea-confession tears off all his brakes. He presses his forehead into my neck, breaks away, and gently bites the skin, then kisses over these bites, breathing heavily.

“Are you sure?” " he finally asks.

But I am so inflamed by him and this mutual stormy desire that no cautions will stop me now.

“Yes, " I exhale. “Now," and I myself reach out with trembling fingers for the waistband of his pants.

Quickly, I unbutton, then unzip. And finally, my delicate hand dives under the elastic of his boxers and encloses around his heavy, swollen cock. He firmly clenches his teeth and lets out a deep growl from his broad chest. Then swiftly, he takes the initiative into his hands. A moment, and I luxuriously gaze at the heavy throbbing flesh. And in another moment, the fabric of my dress lifts to my waist, and panties gather in a lacy pile on the floor.

It doesn't matter to either of us that outside this office, the work process is in full swing. Colleagues walk the halls, moving from office to office, and anyone could enter here at any minute. We're indifferent to all that - his strong arms suddenly scoop me under the buttocks, eliciting a moan from my lips, and making me throw my legs around his waist. They press me to the wall, and a moment later, I plunge into wild pleasure, feeling how the swollen head slides between moist layers and slowly penetrates the tight slit.

God, what bliss. Almost purring from pleasure. Andriy growls deeply, then can't hold back. Enters fully, stretching and filling me to the brim. This is bliss…

He begins to move, picking up pace. Faster. Fiercer. More unrestrained. I bite my lip until it hurts. Because I feel incredible...