He took a fistful of her hair and forced her to look at him as he said, “You will take every drop I give you and you will make a baby. Your hot little pussy is made for my cum. Take it all, küçük olan, take everything I have.”

A dark part of her mind clung to his words, her pussy doing exactly as he ordered and preparing to take his seed by getting wetter and wetter from his words and the little aftershocks of pleasure from her orgasm.

Finally, she felt the movements of his hips growing jerkier and his hands clutched her harder, bruising as he grunted, coming deep inside her body and bathing her in his seed.

He continued to work his cock and out of her, saying, “Take it all. Take all the cum and make me a baby.”

Chapter Thirty

Yasmin lay on his desk in shock as he finally pulled himself from her and straightened. His eyes travelled over her body, his lust-filled gaze on her pussy where a trickle of semen dripped down her thigh.

He gathered it in on his finger and shoved it inside her, pressing the tip of his finger against her G-spot and drawing a shout from her. She clung to his shoulders, lifting her knees protectively, but he forced his hips between hers, holding her open for him.

“Come for me, Yasmin. Suck all the seed into your womb.” He pumped his finger against her, sending her soaring once more. He planted his hand next to her head. Needing to feel anchored as her body spasmed and reached for another orgasm, she gripped his wrist and held on for dear life.

His black eyes refused to let hers go as the tension wound through her body like a tightly coiled spring. “Come for me now.”

His order seemed to give her body permission to let go, the spring releasing, and another, far more intense, orgasm crashing through her body. It stole her breath, her wits, everything. She collapsed like a used rag as Volkan slid his hand from her, lifted it between them and licked each finger.

The world and everything that had happened between them fell away. They were two people with insane chemistry that sparked into an inferno whenever they were near each other.

Yasmin wondered if he’d felt the same about his wife, Caria. That thought had her pushing herself off the desk in a hurry and turning her back on Volkan as she tidied her appearance.

When she turned back to him, his cock was tucked back in his trousers, and he’d taken his leather coat off and tossed it over the back of a chair.

She looked at him with wariness, and he stared back with that burning black gaze that promised both pleasure and pain if she didn’t fall in line.