Devilish secretary - Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Chapter 325 I like your weight 18+
Warning: 18+

Lilith’s breath hitched sharply, and her eyes fluttered shut the moment she felt his mouth on her.

A strange, overwhelming sensation spread through her like wildfire–hot, trembling, and unstoppable.

His tongue was slow at first, tracing over her slick folds with maddening precision, teasing every inch of her tender skin. Then he dipped lower, deeper licking inside her with slow thrusts that made her gasp out his name.

“Alex…” she whispered, her voice barely there, too lost in the flood of sensation.

Her hands moved instinctively, threading through his hair, gripping tight as his tongue stroked and circled, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. He groaned softly against her core, the vibration only heightening the intensity.

Her thighs trembled around his head as he devoured her like a man starved, his movements becoming rougher, more demanding, as if he needed to claim every part of her, tongue first.

Lilith could barely think. Her fingers curled in his hair, holding him there as her back arched off the bed, mouth parted in a breathless moan.

Every flick, every thrust of his tongue sent her spiraling closer to that edge she desperately craved and this time, he didn’t stop.

His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place when her thighs instinctively tried to close around his head. She was trembling now, overwhelmed, but he didn’t stop, his tongue relentless, precise, merciless.

“Ahh…!” she cried out, her voice breaking as her body arched. Her hands tightened in his hair, her back lifted from the bed, and her lips parted in a gasp that was half a sob, half a moan.

The pressure built fast—blinding, hot, impossible to hold back.

And then it snapped.

A rush of white heat coiled in her core and exploded outward, stealing her breath. Her body shook violently as the climax tore through her, wave after wave, leaving her gasping and utterly undone beneath him.

Lilith came hard, her moans filling the tent, her thighs trembling as he kept licking her through every pulse of pleasure. She couldn’t speak…only feel.

Only him.

He licked her clean, slow and lingering, as if savoring every last taste of her. When he finally pulled back, he looked up and paused.

Lilith’s face was flushed and glistening with sweat, her lashes fluttered closed, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. She looked completely wrecked… and heartbreakingly beautiful.

Without a word, Alexander climbed up and lay gently over her, careful not to let his full weight press down. He rested partly to the side, enough to feel her warmth beneath him but not enough to crush her.

But Lilith, lost in the aftershocks, parted her lips slightly. She felt dazed yet craving more. Addicted to every spark he had left behind in her skin.

Then her hooded eyes slowly opened, locking onto him.

Without hesitation, she reached up, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him down fully until his body rested completely on hers.

“Lili—” he started, surprised, trying to lift himself off her a little. “I’m heavy—”

“Don’t,” she breathed, tightening her grip around him. “I like your weight.”

He froze, stunned for a moment as her legs tangled with his and her body molded against him. Her breath was hot against his ear… and he knew she could feel him–hard, throbbing, pressed firmly between them.

She did. And she smiled softly.

Alexander swallowed, his voice a hoarse whisper, “You’re going to ruin me.”

Lilith only smirked, her lips brushing his skin. “That’s the plan.”

Then Lilith gently poked his shoulder, her eyes still half-lidded but filled with mischief and desire.

“Let me help you…” she whispered, her voice low, sultry, full of promise.

Alexander looked at her, his eyes dark with heat, then gave a small nod.

Without another word, he shifted his weight, flipping their positions so he lay back, and she sat beside him, her fingers already reaching for the waistband of his loose night pants. Her movements were slow, teasing, fingers brushing against his skin just enough to make his breath catch.

She tugged the fabric down inch by inch, revealing his boxers, and the prominent bulge straining against them.

Lilith paused.

Her breath hitched as her eyes locked onto the shape beneath the fabric, thick and hard. Heat pooled in her lower belly as she swallowed hard, her body reacting before her mind could even catch up.

“You’re… really hard,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Alexander’s chest rose and fell slowly, watching her with a gaze that burned straight through her. “That’s what you do to me,” he said roughly.

Lilith ran her fingers lightly along the waistband, her lips curving into a soft, wicked smile.

“I guess I better take care of it, then,” she whispered.

She slowly lowered his boxers, the fabric brushing against his skin and then his length sprang free, thick and fully erect, resting against his toned stomach.

Lilith froze for a moment, her breath catching audibly in her throat.

Her eyes widened slightly as she stared at him, even though she had seen it before. Yet seeing it again… Her lips parted, the heat in her body igniting all over.

She swallowed hard and glanced up at his face, only to find his gaze already on her–dark, heavy, and completely clouded with desire. His lips were slightly parted, his jaw tense, his eyes devouring every flicker of emotion on her face.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice deeper now, strained with restraint.

Lilith let out a breathless laugh, one that melted into a low moan. “I don’t think I can unsee this,” she whispered, her fingers tentatively brushing his length, marveling at the weight and heat of him. “What the hell have you been hiding in those night pants?”

He smirked, barely holding himself back. “You’re the one who wanted to help, remember?”

Lilith’s smile turned slow and dangerous, her fingers wrapping around him gently. “Then let me do it right.”

Lilith wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the weight of him in her hand—thick, long, and burning hot against her skin.

She started to move slowly, stroking him with a mix of curiosity and purpose. Her grip was gentle at first, testing, but steady and each glide of her hand from base to tip sent shivers up Alexander’s spine.