Page 7 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

After thoroughly enjoying my tits, he straightens again and guides me toward the large desk. He bends me forward over it, hands running down my back and over my ass. “Stay just like this,” he instructs before I hear the sound of his zipper then the shift of fabric as he frees himself.

His hand returns to my hip, holding me still while the head of his cock nudges between my legs. He pushes in with one smooth thrust, and my breath catches at the stretch, at how deep he goes right away.

He stays still for a moment, buried inside me, letting me adjust. His hands stroke my back and sides. “You feel incredible around me,” he says. “So tight.”

He’s right. It feels impossibly tight and deep, like he’s hitting my womb and pushing through. Even the twitch of his dick feels intense. I’m not ready for this, and yet I’m so needy for it all at the same time. I find myself pushing back against him, urging him to move.

Bastian squeezes a handful of my ass as he starts thrusting. His suit jacket brushes my back with every motion, and one hand reaches around to find my clit, circling lightly every time he bottoms out. The pleasure builds gradually, layer by layer, and I push back against him, wanting more.

“Like that,” I tell him in a breathy voice. “Keep touching me there.” He increases the pressure of his fingers, still grinding into me, and I let out whimpers and moans.

“Good,” he praises. “Tell me how my dick feels stretching you.”

I moan softly. “It feels full—deep. Oh god...”

His thrusts pick up a little more speed, but he keeps them controlled, his free hand now gripping my hip to pull me back onto him with each push.

He leans over me and kisses the back of my shoulder and for a moment he’s not so deep. “This body was made for me to fuck,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to enjoy breeding you night after night.” The words combined with the way he’s touching me push me closer to the edge.

My thighs start to tremble. “Oh god, I’m close,” I whine, gripping the edge of the desk. “Don’t stop.”

“Come for me,” he commands, his fingers moving faster on my clit while his cock drives deeper. The orgasm hits me hard, rolling through my body in waves that make my knees buckle. I groan, my muscles clenching around him as pleasure pulses through me. Spasms and twitches consume every muscle in my body, making me jolt and jerk, and Bastian keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out until I sag against the wood, breathing hard.

It’s incredible how quickly he brought me to climax, and even more incredible when he pulls out slowly and turns me around to face him. His hands lift me onto the desk, and he steps between my spread legs, kissing me again, even hungrier than before, while he lines himself up and slides back inside. This angle lets him go even deeper. His hands hold my waist as he starts to fuck me, his eyes locked on my face.

“Look at these tits bouncing for me,” he mumbles as he stares down at my chest. “Beautiful.”

He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard while his hips continue snapping into me. I wrap my legs around him, heels pressing into his thighs to urge him deeper.

“Harder,” I say, hands clutching his shoulders. “I want more.”

He gives it to me, pounding into me with more force, as his thumb finds my clit again. “Tell me how good it feels,” he demands between kisses. “I want to hear you.”

“So good,” I gasp. “Your cock—don’t stop.” His free hand pinches my other nipple, rolling it as he drives into me. The pleasure builds again, stronger this time, and I arch into him, my body chasing the sensation.

“You’re going to come again,” he tells me. “I can feel how tight you’re getting around me. This pussy wants my seed. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“You want me to flood you?” he asks, biting my earlobe. “You want me to pump my cum into this pretty pussy?”

“God, yes. Now…now!”

The second orgasm crashes over me, my whole body clenching around him as I moan.

He works me through it with steady thrusts, his mouth moving between my tits, kissing and sucking as the convulsions grip me.

And he praises my body with every stroke, telling me how beautiful my tits look, how perfect my hips feel in his hands, how good I’m squeezing him.

“Shit…yes,” I grunt and his thrusts turn erratic. He’s going to detonate any second.

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BASTIAN

I keep thrusting through her squeezes, drawing out her release while she gasps against my shoulder.

Her legs stay locked around me even after she’s fallen apart twice. I watch her flushed face and parted lips. She fits exactly the way I need her to.