Chapter 2: The Sponsor
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The morning light spilled lazily through the sheer curtains of Duc’s London office, casting long, golden fingers across the polished mahogany desk. Thu stood in the middle of the room, her breath shallow, her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. The scent of aged leather, polished wood, and something faintly musky—like sandalwood and old money—filled her nostrils, a scent that had once been familiar but now felt foreign, like a language she had forgotten how to speak.
She had come to England on a scholarship, sponsored by Duc, though she had never expected to see him again.
But here she was, in his office, the door closed behind her, the two of them alone. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, with memories of Dalat, of the kitchen, of the silent man in the doorway.
Duc sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled under his chin, his eyes never leaving hers. He was dressed impeccably, as always—a tailored suit, a crisp white shirt, a silk tie that matched his eyes. But there was a tension in his shoulders, a tightness around his mouth that betrayed his calm exterior.
"You've grown, Thu," he said finally, his voice low, measured. "Not just in years. In...
*what?*"
His gaze flicked down, lingering on her lips, then lower—where her fingers still trembled at her sides. The memory of last night’s heat, of her body bent over that kitchen island, of the way she had *looked* at him when she thought he wasn’t watching—it all pulsed beneath his skin.
"You look like you’ve been running," he said, his voice rougher than before. "Or like you’ve been *fucked*."
The words hit her like a slap. Her breath hitched. She should have been angry. She should have been offended.
She should have stormed out, her pride intact, her composure restored. But the truth was, she *had* been fucked—twice now, in ways she never expected. And the way Duc’s voice had dropped, the way his eyes darkened when he said it, made her body remember the way Tuan Anh had filled her, the way his fingers had twisted in her hair, the way she’d felt *seen* in a way that was both terrifying and intoxicating.
She swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her throat. "You were there," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You saw."
Duc exhaled through his nose, a sound that was almost a laugh.
"Yes, Thu. I was there. I saw." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I must say, it was...enlightening."
She felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Enlightening? You watched us. You didn't...you didn't stop us."
His lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. "Why would I? It was quite the show."
She took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. "You're disgusting."
He shrugged, unapologetic. "Perhaps. But you liked it, didn't you? The thought of me watching.
The way you looked at me like I was some kind of goddamn voyeur. Like you *wanted* me there. Like you *needed* me there.
Thu’s breath hitched as Duc’s voice dropped, thick with something dark and hungry. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but it wasn’t just embarrassment—it was something deeper, something that coiled low in her belly, a reminder of how Tuan Anh had filled her last night, how she’d arched into his touch even as she fought against it.
"You’re blushing," Duc observed, his voice smooth as whiskey. "And not just because you’re embarrassed. You’re *excited*."
She didn’t answer.
She couldn’t. Not with words. But her body betrayed her, her breath coming faster, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her blouse. Duc’s eyes flicked down, lingering on the telltale peaks, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.
"Come here, Thu," he said, his voice low, commanding. It was a tone she’d heard him use with his business partners, with his staff. But never with her. Not like this.
She hesitated, her feet rooted to the spot. She should leave. She should walk out of this office, out of this building, and never look back. But her body had other ideas.
The memory of Tuan Anh’s rough hands, the way he’d pulled her hair, the way she’d come undone on that kitchen island—it all surged through her veins like a drug. She wanted to see what Duc would do with that power. She wanted to see what he’d do with *her*.
She took a step forward.
Duc’s chair creaked as he leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the desk, his fingers steepled again. His gaze locked onto hers, unflinching. "Good girl," he murmured, and the way he said it—like a caress, like a promise—made her pulse jump.
She didn’t stop.
Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she crossed the distance between them. The scent of his cologne—something expensive and intoxicating—wrapped around her, making her breath catch. She stopped just in front of his desk, her fingers curling into the edge of the mahogany. His eyes tracked every movement, dark and hungry.
"You’re trembling," he observed, his voice low and rough. "Are you afraid, Thu? Or just *thinking* about what I’m going to do to you?"
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "I don’t know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
His lips curled into a smirk. "That’s the truth, isn’t it?
You don’t know what I’m going to do to you." Duc’s voice was a velvet blade, sliding against her skin. "But you’re here. You’re *wanting* it. You’re *needing* it."
Thu’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her wrist, warm and deliberate. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his presence filled the entire room. The scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of her own arousal, making her dizzy with anticipation.
Duc’s fingers tightened around her wrist, pulling her closer until she was standing between his spread thighs. His tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, revealing the faint trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. The sight of him—so controlled, so powerful—made her pulse race.
"You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "All flushed and trembling, like you’re about to break."
Thu swallowed hard, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his gaze burned into her skin.
Her breath hitched as his fingers traced the sensitive skin of her wrist, sending shivers down her spine.
"Tell me what you want, Thu," he commanded, his voice low and gruff. "Tell me what you need."
She hesitated, her lips part of a silent prayer. The words wouldn't come, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened further, pressing against the fabric of her blouse. The memory of Tuan Anh's hands on her, the way he had taken her so roughly, flashed through her mind. But Duc was different. Duc was *power*.
"Say it," he urged, his voice a dark purr.
"Say what you want, Thu. Say what you need."
She bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to where his fingers still circled her wrist. She could feel the pulse of her own heartbeat against his thumb, the heat of his skin, the strength in his grip. She wanted to feel that strength elsewhere. She wanted to feel it *everywhere*.
"I...I want..." she started, her voice barely a whisper. She swallowed hard, gathering her courage. "I want you to touch me."
Duc's eyes flashed, a dangerous glint in their depths. "Where?" he demanded, his voice rough.
"Tell me where you want me to touch you, Thu."
She hesitated, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. But there was no turning back now. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the dampness soaking through her panties. She wanted him. She needed him.
"I...I want you to touch my breasts," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Duc's eyes darkened, his gaze flicking down to her chest. He reached out, his fingers tracing the neckline of her blouse, dipping just slightly inside to brush against her collarbone. She shivered at the contact, her nipples hardening even further.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
His fingers lingered at the edge of her blouse, teasing her skin with the lightest of touches. Thu’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of his gaze on her chest, the way his eyes darkened with desire. She wanted more. She wanted *everything*.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "Like that."
Duc’s fingers slid up the inside of her collarbone, tracing the delicate curve of her throat before dipping lower, brushing against the swell of her breast. She gasped as his touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, her nipples tightening painfully against the thin fabric of her bra.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with desire.
His fingers slid up the inside of her collarbone, tracing the delicate curve of her throat before dipping lower, brushing against the swell of her breast.
"Tell me, Thu," Duc’s voice was a dark growl, his fingers lingering just above her breast. "Do you want me to touch you more? Or do you want me to *take* you?"
Thu’s breath hitched, her pulse racing. She wanted to say no. Wanted to deny the hunger burning inside her.
But the words wouldn't come. Instead, she found herself whispering, "Take me, Duc. I want you to take me."
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hands moved to her blouse, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it, baring her skin inch by inch. She shivered as the cool air of the office hit her, her nipples hardening even further.
"Fuck, Thu," he growled, his eyes locked onto her chest. "You're so goddamn beautiful. I've been dreaming of this. Of *you*."
She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Take me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her hands gripping the edge of his desk.
Duc’s eyes darkened to a stormy gray, his fingers moving with practiced precision as he undid the buttons of her blouse. The cool air brushed against her skin, making her shiver. She could feel her nipples pebbling, the tight buds aching for his touch.
"Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. His fingers trailed down her chest, brushing against her bra strap before sliding beneath it. She gasped as his warm, calloused fingers found her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made her knees weak.
"Duc," she breathed, her voice trembling.
His lips curled into a smirk as he continued to tease her. "You like that, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You like being touched like this."
She nodded, unable to form words as his fingers continued their exploration. His touch was both gentle and demanding, a perfect balance that made her feel both cherished and owned.
"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
She swallowed hard, her breath coming in short gasps. "I want you to touch me everywhere," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
"I want you to fuck me, Duc. I want you to make me come." "Oh, Thu," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I'm going to do so much more than that."
He stood, his chair rolling back with a soft squeak. He towered over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the light. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the power that hummed beneath his skin. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra, the swell of her breast. She shivered at the contact, her nipples tightening even further.
Duc's fingers hooked under the straps of her bra, pulling them down, baring her completely to his hungry gaze. She felt a flush of embarrassment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the heat building between her legs.
"Fuck, Thu," Duc muttered, his voice thick with desire.
His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them gently. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She gasped, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back.
"Look at me," Duc commanded, his voice low and rough.
Thu's eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. His fingers continued their exploration, teasing her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She could feel the dampness between her legs, the ache for release growing with each passing second.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, Duc."
He smirked, his fingers trailing down her stomach, dipping just slightly beneath the waistband of her skirt. "Please what, Thu?" he taunted, his voice a dark purr. "Tell me what you want."
She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing. "I want you to touch me," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
"I want you to touch me *everywhere*." But the hunger burning inside her was too strong to be denied. "I...I want you to touch my pussy," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Duc's eyes darkened, his gaze flicking down to the juncture of her thighs. He reached out, his fingers tracing the hem of her skirt, dipping just slightly beneath the fabric to brush against her bare skin.
She gasped, her hips jerking forward, seeking more of his touch. He smirked, his fingers trailing up her thigh, inch by agonizing inch.
"Duc, please," she whimpered, her fingers digging into the edge of his desk.
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. he taunted, his fingers still teasing her thigh.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. "Please touch me," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Touch my pussy. Make me come." His fingers slid higher, brushing against the damp lace of her panties. She could feel the heat radiating from his touch, the way his breath hitched as he realized how wet she was.
"Fuck, Thu," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You're so goddamn wet for me."
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin, her thighs trembling with anticipation.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a dark growl.
"So fucking wet for me. So fucking ready."
Thu whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of his desk, her knuckles white. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her pussy, the way his eyes darkened with hunger.
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Duc chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Please what, Thu? Tell me what you want." "I want you to lick me," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
"I want you to lick my pussy until I come all over your face." "Fuck, Thu," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're a dirty little thing, aren't you?"
She nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yes," she whispered. "I want you to make me dirty. I want you to make me *yours*."
He smirked, his fingers trailing up her thigh, dipping just slightly between her legs. She gasped as he brushed against her clit, the sensation electric. "You're already mine, Thu," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
"You've been mine since that night in Dalat. You just didn't know it yet."
His fingers found her clit again, circling it, teasing it, making her gasp and moan. She could feel the heat building inside her, the pressure growing with each passing second.
"Duc, please," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. "I need more. I need you."
He chuckled, a dark and hungry sound. "You need me to fuck you, don't you?"
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I need you to fuck me, Duc.
I need you to *own* me."
Her words hung in the air between them, thick with need, with something darker—something she couldn’t name. Something that made his cock twitch painfully against his zipper.
Duc’s fingers stilled for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching as he looked down at her. The sight of her—flushed, trembling, her thighs parted just enough to give him a glimpse of her slick, swollen pussy—made his control snap.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice rough with restrained fury. "You’re *begging* for it."
He didn’t wait for her to answer.
Duc’s fingers left her clit, sliding down her slick folds before hooking under the damp fabric of her panties. With a rough tug, he yanked them down her legs, tossing them aside with a sharp *snap* that echoed through the office. Thu’s breath hitched as the cool air hit her bare pussy, her thighs trembling with anticipation.
"Spread your legs," Duc commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her—so wet, so exposed, her thighs glistening with her arousal. "Show me how wet you are for me."
Thu’s face burned with embarrassment, but her body betrayed her.
She obeyed without hesitation, her thighs parting just enough to expose her slick, swollen pussy to his hungry gaze. The air conditioning hummed softly in the background, the only sound in the room besides the ragged rhythm of her breathing.
Duc’s eyes darkened to a stormy gray, his jaw clenched. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh, tracing the delicate skin before sliding higher. She gasped as his touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. His fingers trailed up her thigh, stopping just shy of her pussy. "Look at you.
So fucking *needful*," Duc murmured, his fingers finally dipping between her slick folds. He groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You’re dripping for me, aren’t you? You’re *begging* for my tongue."
Thu’s breath hitched as his fingers slid through her folds, his thumb pressing against her clit. She whimpered, her hips jerking forward, seeking more of his touch.
"Duc, please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Please, I need you to—"
His fingers stilled, cutting off her plea. "Need what, Thu?" Duc taunted, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers slid up to her clit, circling it, teasing it, making her gasp and moan. "I need you to lick me," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I need you to lick my pussy until I come all over your face."
Duc's eyes darkened, his gaze flicking down to her exposed pussy.
"You want me to lick you, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and thick with lust. "You want my tongue buried deep inside you, making you scream my name?"
Thu’s breath hitched, her body trembling with need. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, Duc. I need it."
His fingers stilled, his eyes locking onto hers. "You’re sure?" he asked, his voice a dangerous purr. "Because once I start, there’s no going back." "I’m sure," she admitted, her voice trembling.
"I want you to lick me, Duc. "As you wish," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs and pushing them further apart. She gasped as the cool air hit her bare pussy, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anticipation. Duc’s gaze was locked onto her, his eyes dark with hunger.
His fingers dug into her thighs, spreading her wider, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. The air in the room was thick with the scent of her arousal, mingling with the musky aroma of his cologne.
"Fuck, you smell good," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Like a sweet, ripe fruit just waiting to be tasted."
Thu’s breath hitched as she felt his warm breath against her inner thighs. His tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin just above her pussy. She gasped, her back arching off the desk.
"Duc, please," she whimpered, her fingers clutching at the edge of his desk.
"I can't take it anymore. I need you to lick me. *Now*." "Impatient little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his fingers trailing up her thigh, dipping just slightly between her legs. "I need your tongue. I need it *now*."
He smirked, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're so fucking needy, Thu," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
"You're dripping for me, aren't you? You're *begging* for my tongue."
His fingers slid through her folds, his thumb pressing against her clit. "Please, I need you to—"
He cut her off with a dark chuckle, his fingers sliding up to her clit, circling it, teasing it. "You need me to what, Thu? Say it." His voice was a dark command, his fingers still teasing her clit, making her squirm with need. "Say what you need, Thu. Say it *exactly*." "I...I need you to lick my pussy," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I need you to lick it until I come all over your face." "I'm going to make you come so fucking hard, Thu.
You're going to scream my name while I eat you out like you're the last fucking meal I'll ever have." Duc's voice was a dark, guttural growl that vibrated through her, making her shiver. His hot breath brushed against her sensitive clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Thu’s breath hitched as his tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She whimpered, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk. "Please, Duc," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "Please, I can't take it anymore."
Duc chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into her thighs to spread her open wider.
"You can't wait, can you, little one?" he taunted, his breath hot against her pussy. "You're so fucking eager to come all over my face."
Thu whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. I need it. "You need me to eat this pretty little pussy, don't you?" he growled, his fingers sliding through her slick folds. "You need me to lick you until you scream."
She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes," she admitted, her voice trembling.
"I need you to lick me, Duc. I need you to make me come."
Duc's eyes flashed with a dangerous hunger, his fingers digging into her thighs. "You're going to come all over my face, Thu," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to come so fucking hard, you're going to see stars."
Before she could respond, his tongue was on her, licking her from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow stroke. She gasped, her back arching off the desk, her fingers clawing at the wood. "Fuck, Duc!" she cried out, her voice shaking.
"Duc, please—"
His tongue flicked out again, this time pressing against her clit with deliberate precision. She gasped, her hips jerking forward, her body arching off the desk as she tried to press herself against his mouth. "Duc, I can't—" she panted, her voice trembling.
"Can't what?" he growled, his hot breath washing over her swollen flesh. "Can't take it? Can't come? Or can't *beg* for more?"
She whimpered, her fingers clutching at the edge of the desk. "I—I can't—"
"Say it," he demanded, his voice a dark, guttural growl.
"Say you can't come without my permission."
Thu's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire. "I—I can't come without your permission," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Duc smirked, his tongue flicking out to tease her clit. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, beg for it."
"Please, Duc," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his mouth. "Please, let me come. I need it so fucking bad."
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated through her.
"You're so fucking needy, Thu. I love it." His tongue flicked out, teasing her clit, making her gasp and moan. "You taste so fucking good," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I could eat you out all day."
Thu's fingers dug into his hair, her hips grinding against his mouth. "Fuck, Duc," she panted, her voice shaking. "I'm so close. I'm going to come."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry. "Not yet," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Not until I say so."
She whimpered, her body trembling with need.
"Duc, please—"
He didn't give her a chance to finish. His fingers dug into her thighs, spreading her open wider, exposing her completely. Thu’s breath hitched as his tongue finally pressed against her clit, circling it in slow, deliberate motions.
"Duc, *fuck*—" she moaned, her voice trembling with need. "I can't—"
"Can't what?" he taunted, his tongue flicking out again, teasing her opening.
"You can't what, Thu? Can't hold back? Can't come without my permission?"
She whimpered, her fingers gripping his hair, her hips bucking against his mouth. "I...I can't...I need to come, Duc. *Please*." Her voice was a desperate plea, her body trembling with need.
He smirked, his tongue sliding up to her clit, circling it, teasing it. "Beg for it," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Beg for my permission to come all over my face."
"Please, Duc," she gasped, her voice shaking. I need it so fucking bad.
I need to come, Duc.
Her fingers traced the desk’s scarred wood, the grain rough beneath her trembling touch. The polished surface bore faint lines from years of use—some shallow, some deep, like the marks of a life lived with purpose. She pressed her palm against the edge, feeling the faint heat radiating from his body as he knelt between her legs, his breath warm against her most intimate flesh.
"Good girl," Duc murmured, his voice a rough purr. His fingers dug into the inside of her thighs, spreading her wider, exposing her completely to his gaze. "You’re so goddamn wet for me. I can see your arousal glistening on your thighs." His tongue flicked out again, this time pressing against her clit with deliberate precision. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"Duc," she breathed, her voice barely audible, her fingers still tracing the desk’s edge.
His tongue flicked out, teasing her clit, making her gasp. "Duc, please—" she begged, her hips bucking against his mouth. Suddenly, his teeth grazed her clit—hard. She cried out, her body arching off the desk, her fingers clutching at the wood. "Duc, I can't—" she panted, her body trembling with need. "Can't what, Thu?" he growled, his voice thick with desire.
His tongue flicked out again, teasing her clit, making her gasp. But Thu wasn’t done waiting. She grabbed a handful of his hair—*hard*—and dragged him up fast, her fingers tangling in the dark strands as she pulled him to his feet. His mouth was still glistening with her arousal, his lips swollen from her desperate whimpers, but she didn’t care. She needed him inside her now, needed the rough press of his body against hers, the way his fingers would dig into her hips and *own* her.
Duc’s eyes darkened to a stormy gray, his jaw clenched as she yanked him toward her. His hands shot out, gripping her waist and flipping her onto her back with a sharp *thud* against the desk.
The impact sent a jolt of pain through her, but it was quickly overshadowed by the raw, desperate need burning in her veins.
"Fuck, Thu," Duc growled, his voice rough with barely contained fury. His fingers dug into her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above her ass. "You’re *mine* now. You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you in Dalat, and I’m not letting you go."
Thu’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she watched him strip off his shirt. The muscles in his back rippled as he peeled the fabric away, his broad chest glistening under the office lights.
His abs were a work of art, each one defined and hard, leading down to the V that disappeared into his pants. Thu's mouth watered at the sight, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
Duc's eyes never left hers as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops echoing in the room. He popped the button on his pants, the zipper following suit with a slow, deliberate hiss. Thu's breath hitched as he pushed his pants down, his cock springing free, hard and ready.
"Fuck, Duc," she breathed, her eyes wide as she took in his length.
He smirked, wrapping a hand around his shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. "You like what you see, Thu?" he taunted, his voice low and rough. "You like seeing how hard you make me?"
She nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I love seeing you like this. I love knowing I do this to you."
Duc's smirk turned into a dark, hungry grin. "You do more than that, Thu," he growled, his hand still stroking his cock. "You make me *crave* you.
You make me *need* you, Duc," Thu admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were locked onto his cock, watching as his hand moved up and down the length, the head glistening with precome.
Duc's grin turned feral, his eyes darkening to a stormy gray. "Good," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Because I'm going to fuck you now, Thu. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to feel me for days."
Thu's breath hitched, her pussy clenching with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow."
Her thighs clamped down on his face with a sudden, desperate force, trapping his head between them as she arched off the desk. The muscles in his shoulders tensed under her grip, his fingers digging into her hips like he was trying to hold her down. "Fuck, Thu," he growled against her, his tongue still flicking against her clit. "You're *choking* me with those thighs."
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she squeezed harder, her body trembling with need. "I don't care," she gasped, her nails digging into the wood of the desk. "I need you to *eat* me. I need you to make me come so hard I can't think."
Duc's response was a low, dark chuckle that vibrated against her sensitive flesh.