Chapter 13: THIRTEEN

SOPHIA

My gaze locks on his as he reaches for me, guiding my hand until it wraps around the heavy length of him.

“Move like this,” he murmurs, drawing my palm along his cock in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Looser grip—yeah, that’s it.”

I let my fingers explore him, mapping the hard lines and warm weight with growing curiosity. He watches me, eyes dark with a hunger that feels almost dangerous, and yet I can’t look away.

His face shifts with every breath, like he’s wrestling with the effort to stay in control. But the tension gives him away—every twitch of his jaw, every flicker in his eyes betrays how close he is to unraveling.

His hand stays over mine, steadying my pace as I stroke him. The skin beneath my touch is soft like silk stretched over something wild and waiting.

Veins coil beneath the surface, feeding that urgent pulse I can feel in my bones. His warmth wraps around me, quiet but powerful, and somehow I feel bolder, steadier—like he’s passing some of that strength into me.

“Open up,” he says, voice roughened with restraint. “Tongue out. Just a taste.”

I part my lips, let my tongue find him—salt and heat and something wicked.

He twitches when I circle just beneath the tip, a deep sound breaking from his chest. I go back to that spot, teasing it again, slower this time.

The growl he gives me in return is raw, like I’ve hit some hidden nerve he can’t guard anymore.

"I need to fuck your face," he says. "Right now."

I part my lips wider, taking him in as he pushes past the resistance, stretching my mouth until it burns at the corners.

My throat tightens in protest, a gag catching me off guard, but he eases back just enough for air to rush in before he moves again.

His fingers twist into my hair, firm and possessive, urging me deeper into the rhythm he sets—a rhythm of control, of raw need.

I’m swept up in it, tasting him fully, feeling the press of his body and the husky sound of his breath shivering across my skin as he groans low in his chest.

He drives into me harder, asserting his hold as I clutch at his hips for balance. All around us, the towers of books lean like voyeurs, silent witnesses to our reckless heat.

My knees scream beneath me, but the ache is far away, buried beneath my desire to be everything he wants.

"Faster," he growls, sending electric jolts up my spine. "Harder, Sophia. Use your tongue."

I obey, slurping and sucking at his cock as he thrusts, punctuated by his harsh breaths and animalistic growls.

I feel alive, consumed by the raw energy of our union. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling me impossibly closer, his hips thrusting in a furious rhythm.

His eyes are ablaze with desire, his lips parted as he watches me, guiding my movements with an unspoken hunger that courses through my veins. I can feel the heat of his body, the pulse of his heartbeat beneath my lips.

The scent of his arousal fills my nostrils, a heady mix of sweat and musk, a primal perfume that intoxicates me.

With each thrust, I am lost in a world of sensation, my body a vessel for his pleasure. The cool marble floor beneath me feels insubstantial, as if it could melt away at any moment, leaving me floating in a sea of ecstasy.

His breaths become shorter, his growls more frantic. I can feel the tension building within him, the moment of release drawing ever closer.

My tongue darts, tracing the sensitive skin beneath, eliciting a guttural moan from him.

"Yes, Sophia," he whispers. "That's it. Take it all. You're such a good slut, taking my cock all the way in like that.”

I open my throat wider, taking him deeper, feeling the pulsing head press insistently against my tongue.

His breathing is uneven, tension coiling through his hips as he fights to stay in control. The room fills with his low moans and whispered gasps, a raw soundtrack laced with desire.

“You’re incredible at this,” he growls, voice thick and heavy, sending chills down my spine. “I can’t believe it’s your first time. You’ve got a natural talent.”

A rush of confidence floods me. I keep working, teasing him with my lips and tongue, tracing every sensitive spot with gentle, deliberate strokes.

“Yes, just like that,” he pants, fingers tangling fiercely in my hair. “Suck me. Make me lose it.”

I take him harder, my tongue flicking to that sensitive spot, drawing out a strangled moan. “God, you’re amazing,” he breathes, voice rough with want.

His thrusts grow wild, hips snapping forward with growing urgency. The tension inside him snaps, and his body shudders violently.

Warm waves flood my mouth, thick and salty. I made him feel this—made him lose control.

His cock twitches again, spilling more into me.

I gasp softly, swallowing the first rush, savoring the mingled taste of him, hot and slick against my tongue.

He groans in pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening momentarily as he floods me with his desire, thrusting again. "Swallow it all," he says. "Show me what a good slut you are."

His body shudders, his weight pressing me into the cool marble floor, his cock still throbbing slightly as it slips from my lips.

I can feel the warmth of his seed spreading across my tongue and throat. The last drop falls onto my lip and I lick it up, smiling at him as I do.

"Everyone back in," he shouts a moment later, his eyes still fixed on mine.