Devilish secretary - Chapter 326

Chapter 326: Chapter 326 Helping 18+
Warning: 18+

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.

He groaned, low and rough, his head falling back against the pillow as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips shifted slightly, reacting instinctively to her touch.

“God, Lili…” he muttered, his voice breathless, strained with barely held restraint.

She watched him, his chest rising and falling, his muscles tightening beneath his skin, utterly captivated by the way he reacted to her.

With each stroke, her confidence grew. Her pace quickened just enough, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip as her hand slid back down his shaft, her eyes never leaving his face.

“You’re so sensitive,” she whispered, leaning in close, her breath brushing his ear.

He exhaled harshly, his fingers curling into the sheets. “You’re going to kill me,” he said through clenched teeth.

Lilith only smiled, biting her bottom lip as she continued stroking him with long, steady movements.

Her strokes grew faster, firmer, the slick sounds filling the room as she worked him with focus and determination. He was so thick, so hard…her hands were starting to ache, her wrists tingling from the effort but she didn’t stop. Not yet.

She could feel it how his hips began to tense, how his breath grew ragged, how his muscles strained beneath her. He was close.

So close.

And just when he was about to tip over the edge, when his groan deepened and his body jerked beneath her hand—

She let go.

His release was snatched away in an instant, and his eyes snapped open, dazed and dark, staring at her with disbelief.

“Revenge,” Lilith whispered with a wicked smirk, licking a bit of sweat from her upper lip as she leaned back, enjoying the way his chest heaved, how desperate and undone he looked now.

Alexander let out a deep, frustrated groan, dragging a hand down his face.

“You evil, evil woman,” he growled.

“And yet,” she purred, brushing her fingers along his thigh, “you still want me.”

His eyes narrowed, full of heat. “Now you’ve started something you won’t escape from.”

“Don’t be vengeful,” Lilith said with a teasing grin, her voice breathy as she leaned in closer. “I am helping you.”

She lowered herself between his legs, her eyes never leaving his, watching the way anticipation darkened his gaze. His hands curled into the sheets, jaw tight, every muscle in his body pulled taut with need.

Then, slowly, her lips closed around him.

Alexander’s groan tore from his throat like it had been trapped for hours. The moment her warm mouth enveloped him, his entire body jolted forward. He sat up abruptly, one hand gripping the back of her head, the other sinking into her hair, holding her there as he shuddered.

“F—k, Lilith…” he breathed, his voice rough and broken.

She moved slowly at first, savoring the weight and heat of him, her tongue circling his tip before drawing him deeper. Her fingers wrapped around the base, working in tandem with her mouth, slick and steady.

His grip in her hair tightened, not to control, but to anchor himself. His head tilted back, a string of low groans escaping him as he struggled to hold back, to stay in control while she completely unraveled him.

She glanced up at him through her lashes, her lips stretched around him, and the sight alone nearly sent him over the edge.

“You’re… dangerous,” he choked out, looking down at her like she was something he couldn’t survive but didn’t want to live without.

Lilith took her time, every movement deliberate and slow meant to drive him wild.

Her tongue teased the sensitive ridge beneath the tip, her lips sliding down his thick length with a steady rhythm, her hand working the base in smooth, wet strokes. She moaned softly around him, letting the vibrations add to his torment. The sounds, the heat, the slick pressure of her mouth, everything was overwhelming.

Alexander’s head fell back, eyes screwed shut, his chest heaving.

But when she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, almost to the back of her throat, that was it—he snapped.

“Lilith—” he growled, his voice a warning, his control slipping fast.

She didn’t stop. If anything, she grew bolder. Her tongue swirled around him, her movements faster, messier. She looked up at him with those wicked, half-lidded eyes, knowing exactly what she was doing.

That look—that look destroyed him.

With a sharp groan, Alexander pulled her up by her hair, forcing her to release him with a wet pop. She was breathless, lips swollen, a bit of saliva glistening down her chin. She looked wrecked and smug.

“You think you’re in charge?” he growled, eyes dark, voice low and dangerous.

She smirked, licking her lower lip slowly, teasing him even with that one simple gesture. “Was I not doing a good job?”

Alexander’s jaw clenched as he looked at her, dark eyes flickering with barely restrained heat.

“Good,” he growled, his voice like gravel, thick with lust.

Before she could respond, her lips were around him again and this time, he didn’t hold back.

His hand gripped her hair firmly, guiding her with a pace that matched his rising desperation. He thrust into her mouth slowly at first, savoring the feel of her warmth wrapped around him. Then faster, deeper, with more pressure—finding the rhythm that made his breath grow ragged and his muscles tighten.

Lilith let him take control, her hands resting on his thighs for support, her throat relaxing as he drove himself in with measured roughness. She moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.

“F*ck…” he hissed, looking down at her, her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, mouth stretched around him. The sight of her like that, willing and sinful, nearly undid him.

He held her there, hips rolling with precise control, using her mouth the way he wanted—fast, deep, lost in the heat and wetness she gave him so perfectly. Her eyes flicked up, meeting his gaze, and that was it…his composure shattered.

“You’re gonna make me come, baby…” he groaned, his voice thick and low, one hand tightening in her hair as the pressure coiled fast in his core.

Alexander’s breathing turned ragged, his hips stuttering slightly with every deep thrust into her mouth. Lilith didn’t let up, her lips sealed around him, her tongue working in tandem with his pace, taking every inch he gave her.

The pressure inside him built fast, sharp and unstoppable.

“Lilith…” he groaned, the warning in his voice tight, strained, trembling on the edge of release.

But she didn’t pull away. If anything, she took him deeper, her moan vibrating against his length, her hands holding him steady as her eyes stayed locked on his—burning, daring him to let go.

That look.

That mouth.

That moan.

It broke him.

He came with a deep, guttural sound, hips bucking slightly, one hand gripping her hair as he spilled into her mouth in thick pulses. His entire body tensed, the release shaking him to the core, and he bit back a curse as she swallowed around him–slow, obedient, yet wickedly in control.

Lilith didn’t stop until he was completely undone, her lips finally releasing him with a soft, wet sound.

She licked her lips slowly, then looked up at him through her lashes with a sly, satisfied smile. “Told you I was helping.”

Alexander let out a breathless, wrecked laugh, falling back against the bed, chest heaving. “You’re going to kill me one day.”

Lilith crawled up his chest, straddling him as she leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’ll die happy.”