Devilish secretary
Chapter 424 Helpless

Chapter 424: Chapter 424 Helpless

Mature Content (18+):

This Chapter contains intimate scenes. Reader discretion advised.

Lilith sank to her knees on the soft rug, the hem of her silky dress pooling around her. Her breath came out warm against his skin as she looked up at him — the sight of his hungry, hooded eyes made something tighten deliciously in her belly.

He leaned back against the vanity table, one hand gripping the edge for balance, his knuckles white as he watched her every move. When she pushed chair aside and reached for the waistband of his pants, a strained groan escaped his lips.

She dragged his pants down slowly, deliberately, letting her fingertips brush against the hard lines of his thighs. His muscles twitched under her touch, and she smiled a little as she traced small circles on his skin, hearing his breath catch.

When his pants dropped to the floor, she tugged gently at his boxer briefs, her fingertips brushing the outline that was already straining against the fabric. She let out a soft, teasing hum, her lips parting as she flicked her eyes up to meet his.

"Lilith..." he whispered, his voice rough, his free hand tangling in her hair as if he was both begging her to go on and trying not to lose control too fast.

Her fingers danced along his thighs, nails scratching just enough to make him growl low in his throat. She pressed a small, hot kiss to the inside of his thigh — the way his whole body shivered at that made her smirk against his skin.

Finally, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down. Her eyes gleamed as she took him in, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. He was so hard for her already — every inch of him looked carved for her alone.

He let out a deep, shaky breath, his head falling back as his grip on the vanity tightened. The sight of her on her knees before him, her eyes locked onto him like he was the only thing in the world — it nearly undid him.

When her warm breath ghosted over his length, he swore softly under his breath, his hips jerking just slightly forward. Her hands held his hips steady, her nails digging into his skin in a silent promise that this was hers — he was hers.

And when she finally leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to the tip, he moaned her name like a prayer that only she could answer.

Lilith’s lips brushed over him so lightly at first that it almost felt like a spark — a promise of what was coming. She let her breath ghost over his sensitive skin, her warm exhale making him shiver. His hand tightened in her hair, but he didn’t push — he wouldn’t dare rush her, not when she looked up at him with those wicked eyes, enjoying every second of his struggle to stay still.

Her tongue flicked out, just a small, teasing stroke that made his hips jerk forward a little. She pressed her other hand firmly on his thigh, holding him in place as she hummed against him, sending a ripple of vibration that made his muscles tense and relax all at once.

"Lilith..." he breathed, the sound torn from his throat — needy, helpless, yet so full of desire that it made her smirk.

She kissed along his length in slow, lazy circles — her lips so soft, her tongue leaving tiny trails of warmth that turned to fire when the cool air touched his damp skin. She nipped at him gently, then soothed it with slow, wet kisses that left him trembling.

His free hand pressed against the vanity, the veins on his forearm standing out, his breath growing ragged as he watched her from above — this woman, on her knees, her hair tumbling over her bare shoulders, her eyes half-lidded and full of heat just for him.

She parted her lips and let the tip slip in, just a taste, her tongue swirling around him with deliberate slowness. He cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before they snapped open again, desperate not to miss a single second of her.

Lilith pulled back just enough to kiss him again, almost innocently but the wicked gleam in her eyes gave her away. She loved this power, loved how easily she could make this strong, powerful man tremble for her.

She let him slip deeper, inch by inch, until she felt him hit the back of her throat and even then, she didn’t rush. She pulled back with a soft, wet sound, her lips glistening, then traced the tip with her tongue, watching the way he clenched his jaw and tried so hard not to thrust into her mouth.

Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking him in rhythm with her mouth — slow, tight, then loosening just enough to make him ache for more. His groan echoed in the dim room, his hips bucking forward slightly before he caught himself.

"God, Lilith..." he gasped, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You’re going to kill me..."

She pulled back again just to whisper, her breath hot and sweet, "Then die for me, my love."

Before he could catch another breath, she took him deep once more — her lips, her tongue, her warm mouth driving him closer to the edge, while her hand squeezed and stroked in just the way she knew made him lose his mind.

Every soft moan from her throat sent shivers up his spine. Every glance of her wicked eyes up at him through her lashes made him curse her name like it was both a blessing and a sin.

And as she worked him over — sweet, slow, and so sinfully good — his whole body trembled above her, held up only by sheer force of will and the desperate need to stay upright while she devoured him with that beautiful mouth.

His self-control snapped like a fragile thread. The way she teased him — so slow, so sweet was driving him mad. A low, rough sound rumbled from his chest as his hand tangled tighter in her hair. He held the back of her head firmly, his other hand braced on the vanity for balance as his hips rolled forward, pushing deeper into her warm, welcoming mouth.