CHAPTER 57: [R18]THE PEN ISN’T THE ONLY THING WRITING

Nash felt the warmth of the woman’s naked body pressing into his, her skin gliding against his own as she started up that slow grind, making his brain short-circuit.

Her breasts bounced lightly with each movement, and he had to grip the chair tightly to keep from reaching out to touch her.

And then there was that smell, sex, sweat, leather. The whole room felt like it was closing in on him.

Victoria was still talking, something about power and positions, her breasts basically threatening to break out of her dress every time she leaned in.

"Look, Nash," Victoria said, leaning forward. "If you join us, you’ll have more than just the position of Ace. You’ll have the power to make decisions that actually matter. The team will be yours to mold."

The woman on his lap moaned softly, her rhythm increasing just a little, her nails digging into his shoulders. Nash bit his lip, trying to ignore the delicious sensation of her wetness enveloping his dick.

"You’ll have access to the best trainers, the best facilities," Victoria continued, her voice like a siren’s call. "And of course, the Midnight Rest is yours to enjoy."

He nodded, trying to keep up with the conversation, but every word was a struggle against the building pleasure. The woman’s hips began to circle, her pussy squeezing him tighter with each pass.

"But," he managed to get out, "what’s the catch?"

Victoria grinned, like she knew exactly what kind of hell he was in.

"No catch," she said. "Just sign the contract."

Victoria took the contract and the pen, holding them out to him.

The woman’s movements grew more urgent, her moans louder. Nash’s eyes shot to the contract, but the words swam in front of him.

The woman’s breasts bobbed in his face, and he had to fight the urge to lean in and suck on her nipples.

"Sign," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Make it official."

Nash took the pen in one hand, trying to ignore the slickness of his other hand gripping the chair. He brought the contract closer, his eyes scanning the page.

"Hold... on..." he began, his voice trailing off as the woman’s hips sped up.

She was grinding into him now, her wetness coating his dick, her heat almost too much to handle.

"Just sign," Victoria urged, her voice thick with desire. "Think of all the amazing things you’ll get. You could live here, fuck from morning to night."

The woman’s hand moved to the back of his head, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss.

Her tongue danced with his as she rode him faster, her hips moving in a blur of passion. Nash felt himself losing control, his body begging for release.

"Sign," she whispered against his lips, her breath hot and demanding.

Nash’s hand trembled as he tried to read the contract, but the words blurred together. The woman’s hips were a symphony of pleasure, grinding into him, her juices flowing like a river around his cock. He couldn’t think straight.

Victoria leaned in, her breath in his ear.

"Sign it," she whispered. "Let’s make this official."

Nash felt the warm, slick embrace of the woman’s pussy tighten around his shaft as she moaned out her pleasure, her body quivering with the intensity of her climax.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moon imprints in his skin, as her hips continued to buck and grind against him. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, mixing with the heady aroma of leather and desire that permeated the room.

He could feel her pussy walls contracting, milking him for every drop as she reached her peak, her moan turning into a scream of ecstasy that seemed to echo through the walls of the room.

The sensations were overwhelming, the feeling of her wetness and the power of her orgasm driving him to his own brink. He took the pen and signed his name, the ink smearing slightly from his sweaty grip.

The woman let out a triumphant moan as he did, her hips bucking wildly.

Nash threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining as he fought the urge to give in.

But it was a battle he was destined to lose. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, he exploded, his cock pulsing and spurting thick ropes of cum deep inside her.

The warmth and pressure of his release only served to intensify the woman’s own pleasure, her pussy clenching down on him like a vise as she was swept away on a tide of passion.

The force of his climax was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, each spurt sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body, making his toes curl and his vision swim.

It seemed to last an eternity, a never-ending symphony of sensation that had him seeing stars.

And through it all, Victoria’s voice remained steady, a seductive whisper in his ear.

"Welcome to the team, captain," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction.

The woman on Nash’s lap collapsed against him, her breathing ragged and her heart racing. Nash’s chest heaved, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He looked down at her, his eyes glazed with lust and confusion, the reality of what he’d just done slowly sinking in.

He’d signed away his future, his soul, for this moment of unbridled pleasure and power. But as the woman’s soft moans filled his ears and her body melted against his, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth it.

The room grew still, the only sounds the harsh breaths of the three of them. The woman looked up at him with a sultry smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and mischief.

"You made the right choice," she murmured, her voice a low purr.

The woman slowly began to rise from Nash’s lap, her movements slow and tantalizing. Her pussy clenched hard around his still-hard cock, eliciting a deep, drawn-out moan from both of them.

It was as if she had complete control over her body’s muscles, squeezing him in a vice-like grip that only served to make him harder. She took her sweet time, inch by inch, her wetness mixing with the cum inside her as she slid up the length of his shaft, her eyes locked on his with a seductive smile.

When she reached the tip, she let out a little gasp, her breath catching in her throat. Then, with a suddenness that surprised Nash, she sat back down hard, taking him in fully once more.

Her moan was a mix of surprise and delight, her body trembling as she felt him fill her up again.

The deep impact knocked his breath from him, his shaft pulsing harder, his mind reeling after everything he had endured today.

The woman giggled, a light, airy sound, as she began to grind against him once more. She moved her hips in slow, sensual circles as she worked herself to smear the hot mix of cum and her own slickness against his lower abdomen.

"I’m sorry," she murmured, her voice filled with mischief. "I just couldn’t help myself."

Nash watched, his eyes half-lidded, as she stood again, this time lifting all the way until his length slipped out completely.

Her pussy lips parted slowly, reluctantly, allowing his cock to slide free, throbbing and flushed in the cool air. A thick trail of cum clung to her, spilling down her thighs.

The sight was obscene and incredibly erotic, and his arousal only grew.

Nash slumped into the chair, breathing deep and ragged, his cock still rigid. She walked away with a swaying, sensual gait, her heels clicking against the floor, each step causing a faint stream of white to escape her. Stopping before Victoria, she bowed gracefully.

"Good job," Victoria said smoothly, her gaze locked on Nash.

At the door, the woman glanced back with a sly smirk.

"I’m impatient to work with you," she murmured, before slipping out. The door clicked shut, leaving Nash alone with Victoria.