5

"Nicholai... Please." Mira moaned. "Faster. I need to come."

He bit her thigh and she jerked.

"You'll get to come when I say and not before."

When she said nothing, he bit again.

"Ow!"

"Do you understand me, Mira? My way. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Good."

His tongue circled her entrance and he watched in fascination as it clenched, spilling more of her juices - eagerly awaiting his cock.

He pushed one finger inside her, pumping with shallow thrusts and knew it still wasn't enough to make her come.

Another thick finger joined the first and Mira raised her hips in time with his thrusts, her mouth opening on a sigh.

His fingers reached deep, deliberately sliding over her G-spot and Mira mewled in pleasure.

Just watching her pleasure, made his control slip; he couldn't wait any longer.

"Come for me, my pretty."

His mouth covered her clit and sucked hard, while his fingers thrust harder.

Mira's eyes widened and then glazed over as she bucked against his mouth and came hard, her body stiffening.

Nicholai lapped at her juices, his tongue kept fluttering over her clit, prolonging her orgasm.

When he felt her finally relax, he unbuckled his pants and positioned himself at her slippery entrance.

He waited until her eyes met his.

Mira could feel the music vibrating in the room, making her own body pulse in excitement, yet she met his gaze squarely.

"Do you want me, Mira?"

She swallowed past her dry throat.

"Yes."

The tip of his cock stroked her entrance but not sliding inside, not yet.

"How badly do you want it?" He asked, reaching over to slide a thumb over her tight nipple, watching as it got even harder.

"So bad, Nicholai." She whispered.

"And you're sorry, for betraying me? For ever doubting me?" He slid that stiff cock over her clit, causing it to swell again.

Mira bit her lip and maintained her focus on those stormy blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry for everything." She admitted, "I won't do it again."

He nodded once and then slammed inside of her with one hard thrust.

Mira screamed. The sound echoed in the small room.

Her fingers turned white as they gripped the edges of the desk. Her body slid back and forth against the desk, sending sheets of papers flying in all directions.

Nicholai thrust inside of her like a man possessed.

She watched as he gritted his teeth and gripped her hips.

She let go of the desk with one hand to squeeze her nipple, knowing it would take her even closer and drive him crazy at the same time.

She was right.

Nicholai growled at her and reached between their bodies to circle her clit with his thumb.

The orgasm spiraled through her hard and fast and she arched her back, taking him deeper and felt his answering release as he came in hot jets inside of her.

After a moment, he pulled out of her gently. Mira, on the other hand, could barely move.

Nicholai bent forward and sucked on a nipple, causing a delicious ripple through her body.

She caught him still staring at her and gave him a small smile.

"Am I forgiven then?" She asked, her voice scratchy.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Of course."