Page 13 of Diamond Don
She’s a vision, absolutely breathtaking. Her beautiful hair fans around her face, and her blue eyes are even darker.
As I study her, she raises her hands to cup her breasts, spreading her legs wider while meeting my gaze with her mesmerizing eyes.
So, I grab her hips and flip her body over until she is bent at the waist over the desk before me, her feet barely grazing the floor. I position myself behind her, smoothing my hands over her backside before grabbing hold of her flesh to hold her in place. She is as soft and warm there as everywhere else.
I make quick work of the bulging zipper of my pants while she turns slightly to glance at me over her shoulder. Her eyes first connect with mine, then trail down my body until her gaze lands on my hand clutching my erection as I’m about to put it inside her. I stroke myself once, and she bites her bottom lip, pressing her hips back against mine.
Holding her still, I place the tip of my shaft against her wet sex. The feel of her warmth is almost more than I can take, and it’s almost impossible not to bury myself inside her in one deep thrust. Instead, I move my hand up and down her back, watching her arch it in response.
She pants, her breath fogging the glass wall before us. “Please.”
Still clutching her hip, I begin working my cock head inside her. As her body tries to accommodate me, she hisses in a breath, twitching and trembling. Inch by inch, I slowly feed my length inside her, trying to make this moment last as much as I can.
Once I’m fully buried in her center, I grind my hips against hers, and she cries out in pleasure. With the last shreds of my self-control, I manage to stop myself from thrusting immediately, allowing her a moment to grow accustomed to my size.
The onslaught she is wreaking on my senses is almost too overwhelming. The moonlight and the bright lights from the party outside bathe her skin through the window’s glass as her heat envelopes my shaft and her tight pussy welcomes me. I can smell the perfume of her skin mingled with the scent of our arousal. Her erratic pants and my thundering heartbeat break the silence inside the room.
It’s enough to make me wonder for an instant if I could go mad from this unbearable pleasure.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I begin thrusting. I move my left hand up her back and grab the back of her neck. I wrap my right arm around her waist until I am cupping her breast and pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, God…” She undulates her hips against mine as the sound of her moans echoes around us.
I hiss in a breath as she rocks against me, my cock pulsating inside her as I drive harder and faster into her body. I buck my hips more forcefully, and her teeth audibly clatter.
“Ah, yes, Nik! Do that again, please…”
So I do, over and over again, until she reaches back between our legs to cup my sack. I groan at her touch before grabbing her wrist. As I hold her arm against her back, I repeatedly plunge into her sex in a punishing rhythm, while my other hand tortures the hard tips of her gorgeous breasts.
“No, milaya. I won’t let you make me come before I’m done fucking you.”
She grinds her hips against mine and spreads her legs wider apart, wordlessly urging me to drive into her deeper. I draw her body up until she is leaning against my chest, my cock still seated all the way inside her core.
The large glass windows show us our reflection, and I can’t stifle a groan upon seeing her breasts tantalizingly bouncing up and down as she moves against me. I raise my hands to touch them, and our eyes connect through the makeshift mirror.
Beyond our reflection, the gala goes on a few yards away. Hundreds of elegantly dressed men and women carry on, unaware that I have this naked beauty writhing on my cock.
I’m so deep inside her I feel the exact moment she notices the people on the other side of the glass. The undulating of her hips slows down for a brief second before she gasps.
I pinch her nipples again and buck hard against her, forcing a moan out of her plump lips.
“Shh. It’s okay, milaya. It’s much darker in here than out there. You see them, but they don’t see you…”
She takes a second to process my words, but soon enough, she increases her pace again.
As I lean down to kiss her neck, I study her via our reflections. The view of her sensual body fully uncovered and displayed for my enjoyment is utterly mesmerizing and hypnotic, but it doesn’t escape me that her eyes are lingering on the gala’s attendees as they merrily dance and talk.
Her pants become more erratic, and the cadence of her hips grows more urgent. Somehow, her little sheath gets more slick as she bounces up and down my shaft.
I nip her neck before moving my mouth to her ear. “My naughty, naughty girl. You like having an audience, don’t you?”
Her only response is to bite her bottom lip, turning her head to catch my mouth with her own. Her kiss is frantic and sloppy, and it brings me closer to the edge.
I break our kiss, meeting her eyes through the glass windows again. As she watches, I cover her right hand with mine before bringing it to her chest. I make her cup her breast before sliding our joined palms down her stomach until we reach her wet sex.
As I mercilessly thrust inside her, I use our fingers to spread her lips open and search for her clitoris. We lightly touch it, and she throws her head back, moaning.
“No, no, milaya. Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch yourself come in front of all of them.”