Chapter 224 Nia

• Vardo’s breaths grew ragged, hips bucking. ‘Good girl. Now, deeper—take all of me.’ He pushed forward, burying himself until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, her throat convulsing around him. She gagged, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth, but held, humming vibrations along his length. He dictated more: ‘No contacts with the press. Swear it on this dick.’ Pulling back, he slapped it against her tongue, strings of spit connecting them.
• Nia gasped for air, lips swollen and shiny. ‘I swear,’ she rasped, before diving back in, sucking with renewed fervor. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as she deepthroated him again, head bobbing frantically. The role-play blurred into reality—her submission a shield against the whistleblower’s blade, Vardo’s dominance the only anchor in the storm.
• He yanked her off suddenly, dick popping free with a wet smack, throbbing inches from her face. ‘Enough. Strip. Time to seal the mediation.’ Nia rose on shaky legs, peeling off her sweater and jeans, exposing lace bra and panties that did little to hide her arousal. Nipples poked through the fabric, pussy lips outlined in damp silk.