Page 100 of The Guru: Shadow

And the images from Central Park flooded her mind, the arousal and lust she had felt while he had claimed her mouth.

He knows his stuff.

“Yes,” she said while her breathing became flattery from the tingling and consuming arousal in her core.

“Imagine how it would feel thrusting hard in you down here.” And he grabbed her labia. “Claiming you, making you truly mine.”

Her mind went empty the moment the words left his mouth. Finally, her thoughts stopped. There was no more mind-racing, no more discussion, no constant dialogue. There was only one thing now. Pure, raw, carnal lust.

“Take out my cock if you want it. Show me how much you want me to fuck you,” he whispered darkly, staring into her eyes. “But let me warn you, if you take it, there is no going back. If you take it, you are mine.”

Mine. I’d be his.

The sensation his words produced in her heated her like a fire was lit somewhere deep down in her core, and she had to close her eyes to follow its vibrant tale through all her body. There was nothing to think about. It was a dance with the devil, but damn, she wanted to be his. To belong. Be wanted. Even be commanded. And as she opened her eyes again, without hesitating, she fumbled open the button of his pants, very well noticing the devilish smile on his face that darkened his eyesand let her stare into his just as dark soul.

And then she let her hand wander into his pants, into his underpants so soft it felt like it cost a normal person’s monthly salary, and then she touched it. His beautiful, hard, and yet soft cock. It melted into her hand as if it was made for nothing else. She gripped around it fiercely while not breaking the gaze into his eyes. She wanted to see every single one of his reactions. His eyes only flickered with fire.

Flashbacks of the night in Central Park streamed into her inner eyes, how she sucked it, how he fucked her mouth with it, and all she wanted was to do it again, she wanted more. Feel him everywhere.

Take me.

Fuck me.

Fill me.

Break me.

Thinking it alone was so dirty, so filthy it should make her blush, but it did not matter anymore, as no one was here to judge.

And then she was ripped out of her mind by Ed’s voice. She had completely forgotten; he was still there. Instant embarrassment made her cheeks fill with heat.

So much about no one being here to judge.

“Deis, Ms. Regan is here, one minute out.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Deis himself groaned as much as her. “Impeccable timing.” And he pushed himself off her, zipped up, and tucked everything in. The moment she wanted to say something, he leaned back to her, his right forearm above her head while he grabbed her cheek with his left. He kissed her fiercely for what could have been hours before he let go of her just as quickly as it had come to be – just in time for the elevator to arrive with a softbing.

Julie walked out of the elevator, radiant as ever, but seemingly a bit leveled. Their eyes met and hers became slits, as if she were checking out what exactly she interrupted.

“Julie, thank you for coming,” came Deis’ voice next to her, all business casual, like a switch turned.

“Not that I had a choice,” Julie said, still staring at her. “What did I interrupt?”

Blatant as ever.

When it came to sex, Julie was a sensual lioness and a bottomless gossip.

“I was just about to fuck Emma.”

And Emma gasped out, “Deis!”

But Julie only laughed. “That’s what I thought. You guys heard of something like slow and getting to know each other, right?”

More embarrassment blushed her cheeks in full red. Julie had known her her whole life. She had seen and heard it all – all the drama, all the boys.

“We already got to know each other quite well, more than anyone else, I assume. However, in due course, things happened.”