REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
CHAPTER 89 & 90.
CLOUD NINETY-NINE
“I don’t mean my lap, you dummy,” she straightened, adjusting a bit until she sat at the edge of the couch. Her gaze held his, “How about you come closer, and lean against my face, Dr. Kracussian Kingston? I’m gonna take you on a ride you’ve never had before.”
Oh, Kracus loved that idea, and his cock was definitely on board, straining against his boxers. Kracus needed no further invitation; he closed the gap between them. When he did,Tesiera’s gaze aligned provocatively with his groin. That mischievous smirk curved her lips again. As she unfastened his pants, Kracus assisting in stepping out of them.
His erection sprang free, and Kracus all but sighed in relief. Tesiera’s gaze roved appreciatively along his length. “Well, hello there, gorgeous,” she purred, her eyes locked onto his arousal.
Just a moment later, Kracus felt an intense heat against his shaft. Instead of taking his length into her mouth, she sensually caressed the side of his cock with her cheek, pressing her nose against him. The sound of her deep inhales reached his ears. He found it sexy, incredibly arousing.
Her tongue, warm and moist, traced a wet path along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, skillfully bypassing the sensitive head. Kracus let out a string of curses as she teased him. Tesiera was french-kissing his shaft, her tongue swirling around the base and exploring the taut skin, without taking him into her mouth.
Kracus exercised patience, restraining his hands from intervening, determined to allow her to proceed at her own pace—
His thoughts shattered as she suddenly took his cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him, engulfed him, enclosing him in a tight, wet hold that caused a surge of electric pleasure from behind his tightly shut eyelids down to his entire body.
For someone who had taken her time to tease and explore, she’d suddenly gone all out on him. The searing heat of her mouth enveloped his cock fully, and she continued sucking him in until he brushed against the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” he hissed as a powerful jolt of pleasure coursed through him.
His hips twitched involuntarily, a primal urge begging for release as they battled against his restraint, craving the sensation of thrusting into the warm haven of her mouth…the tantalizing tightness of her throat.
Jesus, the overwhelming pleasure of being inside her like this was incredible.
Sensing his internal struggle, her hands darted out and clamped onto his hips with a firm grasp, silently commanding him to remain still. Kracus tensed his muscles and fought to hold on to control.
She eased back slightly, her tongue lavishing attention on his mushroom head. The sensation sent a thrilling shiver down his spine, his breath hitching in response. She was so sexy.
She had walked in his life as a fierce assassin, exuding strength and power. Earlier tonight, she had crossed the threshold of his office with her usual demeanor; emotionless and stoic, her walls firmly in place. And now, she sat before him tonguing his shaft and radiating intense sensuality like nothing he’d ever seen before.
Tesiera Rinderson was a force of nature that truly captivated him. He’d never met a woman like her.
Her touch descended to his balls, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. After a moment, her grip shifted, encircling him, the pressure both teasing and inviting. She widened her mouth, reclaiming his cock once more.
“Hell, yeah.” He groaned, his eyes sliding shut. The sensations were electrifying. She exerted the perfect amount of suction, her lips moving from base to tip in a mesmerizing rhythm. Her teeth grazed ever so slightly against the sensitive skin of his length, sending waves of pleasure-pain through him. If her intention was to drive him insane, it was working.
She didn’t take all of him into her mouth, not that he expected her to. His size was above average, making it a practical impossibility. Yet, she was so good with her mouth, it was mind-blowing.
As her tongue danced along the underside of his cock, her suction continued, a delicate balance that drove him to the brink of ecstasy.
“You feel amazing,” Kracus muttered, the intensity building as he began nearing the edge of release. Her grip on his balls relaxed, and her hands shifted to his hips. But this time, instead of simply holding on, her hands were urging him closer.
“Shit,” His eyes widened as she took more of him in. His head—which was nudging her throat before—plunged deeper. His eyes rolled back into his head as the head of his cock was strangled by a tight constriction that was nearly overwhelming.
“So good, baby. It’s so good,” He was dangerously close to the edge. He felt so good. The effort to maintain control was almost unbearable.
Tesiera’s gaze lifted, a self-assured, smug smirk gracing her features as their eyes locked. She pushed him forward what remained of his length disappeared into her mouth.
Kracus growled and his eyes flashed in surprise. She showed no sign of discomfort. No gag reflex.
The pleasure was so intense that he could no longer resist the urge to thrust, his hips moving of their own accord. He thrust forward, driven by something so primal that had risen inside him.
“Shit, sorry baby,” Panic briefly flared within him and he stilled, the fear that he’d hurt her momentarily overriding his pleasure-fogged mind.
But as he looked down, he saw her expression of sheer ecstasy. Her eyes was closed and her face awash with bliss. Her grip on his hip tightened in a silent encouragement for him to keep moving.
Kracus decoded the unspoken message with a surge of pride and happiness. He initiated a rhythm, starting off with slow thrusts before gradually increasing his pace.
As he moved, he finally understood what she meant at the beginning when she’d said she would give him pleasure like he’d never had before.
Now, he was indeed leaning into her, his hands clutching the head of the couch for support as he used her mouth. He thrusted like a savage animal, all his control shot to dust.
Tesiera’s head had tilted backward, her vibrant red hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. She was relaxed against him, with a sense of ease, as he fucked her mouth as much as he wanted.
Although she was the one ‘taking’ it, Kracus knew she was aware of the power she held over him at this moment.
And God, she was so beautiful in this position. Taking him down her throat, letting him use her mouth and simply taking it; for some reason it turned him on beyond measure. Of course, she was always striking, but now, like this, she was breathtakingly stunning.
Kracus was lost in the whirlwind of sensations enveloping his body. Every movement, every thrust of his hips was an embodiment of raw pleasure. He plunged into her mouth with an almost primal urgency.
His body moved with the intensity of a hungry predator pursuing its prey, every thrust pushing him closer to the brink of release. He thrust, and thrust, and thrust.
“Fuck, yeah,” The mounting pleasure surged within him, spiraling upward with an intensity that matched the rapid pace of his movements. And even at that, his dazed eyes still searched out her face for signs of discomfort.
Tears trickled down her cheeks—likely as a result of the pressure his cock was putting on her airway and the stimulation of her tear ducts, rather than anything emotional. Apart from that she remained at ease.
Her cheeks was hollowed out, her jaws locked around him, not once emitting a sound of discomfort or choking. Not even when he pressed his pelvis against her face, momentarily cutting off her breath completely as he plunged into her mouth over and over again.
“Oh, you’re incredible,” he groaned, mindless with pleasure. “So good. About to come, baby.” Tingling sensations cascaded along his spine, spreading out through his body, and his balls drew tight.
Kracus attempted to pull back, but Tesiera’s firm grip on him held him in place.
“Shit, baby, I have to move or I’ll come down your throat,” he warned.
Her fingers tightened around him, and she hummed, enveloping his length with vibration.
Shit, shit, shit!!!
Almost instantly, he roared as his climax erupted.
His movements faltered as the waves of overwhelming pleasure surged through him, his essence spilling forth in powerful bursts down her throat. Kracus muscles shook at the fotce of his orgasm, and he saw blinding white behind his closed eyelids.
Vaguely, he heard a faint choking sound as she struggled to swallow all his semen. But as he attempted to pull away, she resisted, her fingers digging into his skin.
Kracus knew he would likely bear her bruises later, and just like the first time, he was looking forward to wearing them.
A series of fuck, fuck, fuck, left his throat as she continued to suck and swallow, determined to milk every drop of his release from him.
“Ahh, Siera,” he hissed as she drew him to the point of hypersensitivity. His fingers dug into her soft hair and tightened slightly in a plea for her to let go.
“Please, baby.” He begged as his oversensitive cock became too much to bear.
Finally, she released him with a pop. As he withdrew completely, a droplet of his cum clung to her lips before tracing a tiny trail downwards. Her languid gaze lifted to his as she caught it with her tongue and drew it back to her mouth.
Fuck, she was sexy. Kracus was struck by a surge of unexplainable feelings towards her that left him momentarily spellbound.
She had thoroughly pleasured him, delivering an experience of pleasure unlike any he had ever experienced before. The intensity of his orgasm left him so weak-kneed that he had to put in effort to remain upright on his feet.
Gazing at her, he observed the aftermath of their intimacy. She looked wrecked. Her face relaxed, her eyes filled with desire and bliss, her movements languid as her head dropped back against the couch. Wrecked, and so horny.
Kracus dropped to his knees. Swiftly, he removed her leather pants, slipping them down her legs alongside her panties. In the process, he also collected her array of concealed weapons and in the end, he bared her lower half to him.
His mouth watered at the sight of her creamy, swollen clit. She was so aroused that her panties he’d removed was drenched with her wetness. Her essence formed a small pool in between her thighs.
The realization that she had derived as much enjoyment from sucking him off as he had filled him with immense satisfaction.
Positioning himself between her legs, he lifted them onto his shoulders. With a gentle touch, he separated her moist folds, exposing her to his gaze. A growl rumbled from his chest at the enticing sight before him.
Without hesitation, his head lowered, his tongue making direct contact with her clit as he began licking her hungrily.
Tesiera’s back arched off the couch as she cried out. Her hips instinctively undulating against him, clinging to his seeking tongue.
Kracus was unrelenting, attacking her with a passionate hunger that left her gasping for breath. He paid no heed to rhythm or technique, instead allowing his instincts and hunger for her to guide his actions.
His tongue traced intricate patterns against her swollen clit, then dipped lower to explore her opening. Even without pressing inside, he sucked her there, drawing more wetness out of her.
Each stroke, each flick, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Tesiera’s core, igniting a fire of need within her.
“Kracus, Kracus, Kracus,” she whispered his name like a benediction.
A small smile tugged on his lips as he continued his ministration. He loved how she unknowingly calls him by his name, not ‘doc’ whenever she was lost in ecstasy.
It did things to him on the inside to know he had the power to make Tesiera Rinderson lose her head, to reduce her to a shivering mess in his arms.
As his lips and tongue continued their relentless assault, the sensations became almost too much for Tesiera to bear. Her legs began shaking, unable to support her overwhelming pleasure, and her cries of ecstasy grew louder with every passing moment.
“Oh God,” she cried, her voice quaking. Her fingers dug into his hair, gripping tightly.
Time seemed to blur as pleasure enveloped Tesiera, drowning out all rational thought. Her world narrowed down to the exquisite friction of Kracus’s mouth against her and the electrifying pleasure that radiated from her core.
The sound her own embarassing moans echoed distinctively in her ears, and for the life of her, she couldn’t hold them in no matter how hard she tried. His mouth was working her body like his personal playground and she was teetering on the very edge.
“I’m gonna come,” she whimpered softly. Her eyes closed, her lips slack in sheer pleasure.
The sight of her loosened by the throes of sensation was absolutely breathtaking, Kracus thought. A portrait of raw desire.
His only response was to reclaim her engorged clit into his mouth, enveloping it in his wet heat. He sucked ravenously, and as he did, he applied pressure with his tongue, deliberately pressing hard on her peehole. He knew that the altering sensation would heighten her pleasure, and he was rewarded with her gasping sob followed by her breath repeatedly hitching.
He could never get enough of the sounds she made. The symphonies he could draw out of her. Kracus could listen to her every cries, sobs, and moans forever, each note of ecstasy like a melody that resonated in his very core.
The control he had over her pleasure was intoxicating, a heady mix of dominance and connection that drew him closer to her in ways words couldn’t convey.
However, he could sense her climax edging closer as her breaths came even faster, and the sensation of her toes digging into his lower back intensified. Her toes wiggled like crazy, a telltale sign he was beginning to recognize as an indication that she was about to come.
In that moment, he redoubled his efforts on her clit. Sucking with passionate intensity, he added a delicious pressure with his teeth and grazed over the sensitive bud. And at the same time, he plunged two fingers into her wet tight sheath, positioned his fingers and curving them directly against her g-spot.
A high-pitched keening sound erupted from her throat as she erupted.
Her head shook vigorously from side to side, and her body thrashed like a wild thing, trying to throw him off. But Kracus maintained his unyielding grip on her, holding her firmly and forcing her to take it. Her thighs clenched around his neck, her cry dissolving into series of sobs.
He continued his unrelenting assault on her senses, his fingers relentlessly plunging in and out of her quivering opening. Her essence flowed freely and he greedily swallowed every single drop like he’d done to him, lapping at her with unrestrained hunger while deep growls of pleasure rumbled out of him, adding vibration to her overstimulated pussy.
He maintained those rhythm until another orgasm slammed into her.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuckkkk,” Tesiera sobbed, stars exploding behind her eyelids. And for a few long seconds, all she saw was white.
Her fingers tangled in his hair had tightened almost to the point of pain, yet Kracus didn’t falter. He continued to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers, extracting every last drop of pleasure he could wring from her until she went limp in his arms.
Her legs lost their tension and fell languidly to the sides of the couch.
“Kracussss,” she whined pleadingly.
That was when he took pity on her. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and eased himself back. He admired his handiwork, marveling at how sexy she appeared—completely relaxed from her climax, her pink and glistening pussy on full display before him, and her legs eagle-spread wide.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his fingertips caressing her skin as he subtly adjusted the positioning of her limbs.
With care, he straightened her legs and settled her comfortably on the couch, making room for himself to join her. Then he pulled her into his arms and captured her lips in a tender kiss.
Kracus poured all the emotions he held within him into that kiss, a mixture of deep feelings that had blossomed within him for this stubborn assassin, whose exterior was as cold as ice, yet whose passions burned brighter than the fieriest furnace in his arms.
He was undeniably falling for her, and the realization settled in his chest like a heavy weight, causing his chest to tighten.
This path could only lead to heartbreak, he knew that, yet his feelings couldn’t care less—they are growing stronger with every passing minute.
The kiss was prolonged and unhurried, filled with emotions he couldn’t put a voice to. He tasted himself on her tongue, while sharing her own essence with her, it was so erotic and intimate.
He knew the path ahead was filled with thorns of roses and he battled with questions that had no easy answer.
How would he convince her to give their connection a chance? How could he persuade a woman who had shielded her heart and emotions for years to open up and allow herself to feel? How could he make her stay?
Amid the embrace of their kiss, he detected a single tear that had escaped her eye, its saltiness mingling with the taste of their shared passion.
This time, he knew it wasn’t the result of deepthroating him and it stirred a question in him.
Was she experiencing the same feelings as he was?
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REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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