Claire’s POV
I was close again. My body hurtled toward the edge. He felt it. He always felt it.
“Come on,” he snarled, fingers sliding between us to rub my c**t. “Soak my c**k like the needy little b***h you are.”
My whole body locked up.
The orgasm hit like a bomb. I screamed. I came hard, harder than before, every muscle seizing. My p***y clamped down on his c**k, milking him, dripping with slick.
“DA– DARIUS– f**k me!”
He growled, deep and animalistic.
“Not done,” he snapped. “You’re not done.”
I was wrecked.
Panting. Sweating. Blindfolded, limp on the desk with his c**k still buried to the hilt inside me. My thighs were shaking. My arms felt like jelly. I was soaking wet—my slick smeared between my legs, coating his c**k, pooling beneath me.
And still, he moved.
Darius didn’
