Chapter 78 Tell Me About Your Day
Leitana’s eyes went wide. “Hiding? Wat yu mean?” she asked, her voice small and curious.
Ravial gazed down at her, the corner of his mouth lifting—not quite a smile, but something darker, hungrier. Leitana bit hard on her bottom lip, a nervous flutter sparking in her chest. Then her eyes flew even wider as he slowly dragged her panties down, baring her smooth pussy to the cool air.
“R… Ravial, wat yu doing?” she stammered, trying to push up on her elbows. Her small hand flew to his thick wrist, fingers barely circling it, desperately trying to stop him from tugging the fabric any lower.
“What does it look like, little lamb?” he murmured, voice low and rough. With effortless strength he peeled her hand away, then captured both her wrists in one large palm. He pinned them above her head against the mattress, forcing her back down. His free hand returned to her panties, sliding them down her thighs but not fast enough for his patience.
Tack!
The sharp rip of cotton tearing echoed through the room. Leitana’s breath caught as Ravial shredded her black panties in two with a single, casual flex of his fingers. He flicked the ruined scraps across the room like they were nothing.
She watched, stunned, as the torn fabric sailed through the air, hit the door with a soft thud, and fluttered to the floor. Slowly, she turned back to him. “Ravial,” she scolded, half-hearted and breathless, her cheeks burning.
He met her gaze, expression calm and unrepentant, as if he genuinely didn’t understand why she was upset. “What is it, my lamb?” he asked, voice deceptively gentle.
Before she could answer, he lifted her left thigh, pressing his face into the soft, supple flesh. He inhaled deeply—savoring her scent—then nipped the tender skin just as words formed on her tongue. Instead of protest, a needy moan slipped out.
“Ugh…” The sound trembled from her throat.
Pleased, Ravial’s lips curved against her skin. He bit again, higher this time, teeth sinking deeper into her sensitive inner thigh, leaving blooming red marks that stung and throbbed in the most delicious way. Each bite drew another helpless shiver from her.
Leitana’s body quivered beneath him, thighs trembling as his mouth claimed her inch by inch. Her small hands twisted uselessly in his iron grip above her head. A soft whimper escaped her lips. “R-Ravial… yu… yu tear mi underwear,” she gasped, voice shaky, eyes wide with a dizzying mix of shock and that innocent, helpless heat he loved dragging out of her.
Ravial lifted his head from her thigh, not a flicker of remorse on his face. Ripping her panties apart had been as casual to him as signing a contract. “I’ll buy you more,” he said, voice cool and flat, that possessive calm wrapping around her like chains.
Leitana frowned up at him, brows knitting in the stubborn little way that always made his chest tighten. Her bare pussy throbbed in the cool air, slick and aching. “Yu no need waste money… mi can patch it,” she protested softly, cheeks burning hotter.
A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his throat, vibrating against her skin as he nipped her thigh again. “Patch it? No, lamb. I want you fresh. New. Only for me.”
His free hand slid up her trembling body, rough and greedy, cupping her breast through the thin sundress. He squeezed—hard. Her nipple peaked instantly under his palm, and she arched with a sweet, broken moan, body shaking like a leaf in a storm.
“Ahh… Ravial!” she cried, hips bucking helplessly.
He didn’t pause. His mouth drifted lower, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss right at the top of her pussy, lips brushing her swollen clit. She jolted, fresh wetness flooding her folds.
“Tell me about your day,” he murmured against her, breath teasing her sensitive skin. “Anything… unusual happen?”
One thick finger traced her dripping slit—slow, deliberate—then pushed inside her tight heat. He pumped deep and rough, claiming her without mercy.
Leitana shuddered violently, legs falling wider on instinct, moans spilling out uncontrollably. “M-mi learn in class…” she whimpered, voice cracking as he added a second finger, stretching her, fucking her with hard, filthy thrusts. Wet, obscene sounds filled the office—squish, squelch—her juices coating his hand, trickling down her ass.
“Go on,” he said, tone still maddeningly even. His thumb flicked her clit sharp and fast, forcing a sharp cry from her lips. His fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot inside her, pounding faster, turning her into a sobbing, soaking mess.
“Ohh… Ravial! Plis… tro fas!” she begged, words tumbling in her dialect and broken French, hips grinding desperately against his hand. “Mi… mi wet too much… ahh, oui, là… plis no stop!”
Tears slipped down her flushed cheeks. Her pussy clenched greedily around his fingers, sucking them deeper with every brutal thrust. Her small breasts heaved, moans turning to breathless sobs of pleasure. “Ravial… mi cum… plis!”
He squeezed her breast harder, pinching the nipple through fabric until she keened. “Cum for me, lamb,” he ordered, voice low and lethal. “Soak my hand like the good girl you are.”
One final, savage thrust and she shattered.
Leitana screamed his name, back bowing off the desk as her pussy gushed around his fingers, hot and messy, squirting in helpless pulses. Her legs shook wildly, body jerking like she’d been electrocuted, riding the waves while he kept pumping, drawing it out until she was sobbing.
Ravial didn’t stop. His mouth latched onto her left breast through the damp dress, sucking hard, tongue lashing the stiff nipple like he was starving. She wailed, oversensitive and overwhelmed. “Ahh… Ravial! Tro much… plis!”
He bit down, teeth tugging the peak until it throbbed, then slapped it with his wet tongue—slap, slap—loud and filthy, leaving the fabric soaked and clinging. “So fucking sweet,” he growled, the first crack of raw heat breaking through his calm.
Then, with one brutal yank, he ripped the front of her sundress open. Buttons pinged across the desk, fabric tearing with a sharp rrrip. Her small, perfect tits bounced free, brown nipples hard and glistening in the cold air.
Leitana gasped, trembling harder as he dove in—sucking one deep into his mouth, slurping loud and messy, teeth grazing the soft flesh while his hand mauled the other, pinching and twisting until she sobbed. “R-Ravial… mi tits… wet… ahh, oui, suce-moi!” she moaned, tears streaming, body quivering like she might fly apart.
She was lost—completely gone in the filthy pleasure, innocent mind spinning.
Ravial pulled back, lips shiny, eyes dark with hunger. The sharp clink of his belt echoed as he freed himself. His cock sprang out—thick, heavily veined, throbbing, the fat tip already leaking. He wrapped a big hand around it and stroked slow and rough, gaze locked on her twitching, dripping pussy.
Then he slapped her soaked folds with it—smack, smack—wet, heavy sounds ringing out as his cockhead battered her swollen clit, splashing her own slick back onto her thighs.
“Look at this greedy little hole,” he said, voice calm again, almost conversational, though it roughened at the edges. “All mine.”
Leitana whimpered, hips lifting desperately. “Plis… put in… mi need yu!” she begged, voice small and shaking.
He pressed the blunt head against her entrance, teasing, ready to bury himself deep then froze.
His face twisted with that dark, worshipful madness as he stared down at her flushed, tear-streaked cheeks, her wide, innocent eyes. She was his entire fucked-up world.
“Suck it first, lamb,” he commanded, no room for argument. “Get on your knees and choke on my cock. I want to ruin that pretty little throat.”
Leitana blinked up at him, dazed and confused, those big eyes round as saucers. “S… suck?” she whispered, cheeks flaming scarlet. She pushed up on shaky elbows, staring at his massive cock like it was some impossible riddle. “Mi no know how… wat yu mean, suck yu cock?”