CHAPTER ELEVEN
Evander's POV.
I hesitate but after seeing how her core clenches and releases, needing filling, I drop to my knees. I burn my face in between her thighs and she buckles around me immediately.
All I can smell is her juicy scent and the raw, needy core that throbs with need. I slide my tongue up and down, mixing my saliva with her juice and she moans.
"Fuck, that feels good," She pushes herself into me, my hands curling around her thighs to keep her firm.
My lips drive in circles, and then in lines and her whimpers keep me going.
I slip my tongue into her core, teasing her entrance and she bathes my tongue with more of her juice. Her hands find their way to my head, pressing me so hard against her as she fucks my entire face.
Yet I love it all.
"Shit, slip it in. Mmmm, right now!" She orders and I rise to my feet, slowly pushing my length into her and she grips my shoulders, pressing her lips hungrily against mine.
Our lips tangle as we taste each other's juice on our tongues, one of my hands rests on my neck and the other fondles her boobs.
Her hand wraps around my neck as I thrust myself into her, she increases the pressure as our thighs collide.
Her eyes roll back and her other hand teases her clit as she moans.
"Oh God. Yes, awwwh," She moans, circling her hip around my penis, making me reach deeper into her.
She keeps her eyes on me, leaning back so we can both see where we join, at her core.
Fuck.
That looks so hot.
I thrust myself harder into her, watching her tease her clit.
"Look at you, Noble Evander, fucking a pornstar like the horny man that you are," She rasps, moaning softly.
Her words replay in my mind and it does nothing to bring me shame, instead it makes me want to show her what horny Evander can do.
I grab one of her jiggling boobs, squeezing hard as our thighs collide.
"Filthy little Evander, fucking me so good, yes, just like that," She groans, her chest heaving.
Her filthy words are like fuel to the burning desire inside me, and every time she says something degrading, I find myself inserting myself into her in fast and soft strokes.
She gasps, "fuck, Evander!" She calls out as her hips move at double the speed, her stomach contracting from the release of her orgasm. Her body shudders as pleasure rips through her, "Fuck!" She gasps, still fondling her nipples.
The sight of that makes me thrust faster, my breath growing ragged as another ejaculation rips through me making me tremble as I come inside her.
I fall over her body, searching for my breath and the room that once smelled like floral air freshener and files now smells like sweat and sex, with our heavy breaths being the only audible sounds.
And then post-nut clarity hits me.
I just fucked Nyx.
The pornstar.
My secretary.
A literal stranger.
My eyes widen with terror as I slip myself out of her, buckling my belt as I step back, unable to believe what just happened.
Nyx zips up her crotch, and adjusts her upper zipper to the previous cleavage exposure. She arranges her hair, wiping off saliva from the ends of her lips, smiling at me.
"That was fun, can't wait to have more of that. But maybe next time, at a more comfortable place," she says, her voice sounding quite cracked.
Fuck.
I just broke my vow.
That too for an unworthy woman!
Shame slithers down my spine as I bolt out of the office with my heart pounding so hard, I can hear it in my ears.
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My eyes blur as tears gather my vision, I drop to my knees, falling to the grass.
"Liora, I failed…I fucking failed," I mutter as regret seeps through my body in heavy doses, making my shoulders slump.
I pull on my hair, dragging it so hard as the memory of her death replays in my mind, reminding me of how irregular I was and how I caused her death.
"Lee, I'm so sorry. I fucking regret your death to this day, and I know I could have avoided it. Maybe I'm just going to always keep failing at things without you in my life," I say, staring at the gray sculpture of her grave that's decorated with many flowers.
The birds chirp in the air and cool breeze washes over my skin but none of it does anything to help with how miserable I feel.
I had just one job.
To fucking stay celibate but I couldn't even do that.
I'm so good at failing and causing my loved one's death.
I slowly rise from the ground, wiping my eyes in soft breaths.
"I may never be able to correct my mistakes…heck, I will always live with the guilt that I caused your death. But I really hope…" tears gather at the corner of my eyes again but I fight them back.
"I really hope you're able to forgive me Liora. I love you so much, and I always will," I whisper, stifling my breath as I step back from her grave.
Just then, my phone vibrates.
I ignored it, dropping the white tulips I'd brought on the grave.
Tulips were her favorite, she'd always twirl and clap whenever I bought her tulips….Christ, I miss her so much.
My phone vibrates again and I sigh deeply, pacing away from the cemetery. I don't pick the call until I'm outside and I'm surprised to see who's calling me.
"Hey," I say, pressing the phone to my ears.