The professional distance I'd fought so hard to maintain didn't just crack; it shattered. The moment her hand claimed me, I was buried under a surge of raw, primal instinct.

​Our lips crashed together with a violence that made the lead cameraman stumble back to keep the focus sharp. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a collision of two predators finally locking jaws. Evelyn tasted like the expensive Pinot we'd had earlier and a desperate, driving hunger. She groaned into my mouth, her body molding itself against the front of my suit as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck.

​I didn't wait for her to lead. I slammed my hands onto her waist, my fingers digging into the silk of her robe and the gold chains beneath. I pulled her flush against me, lifting her slightly so she could feel the full, punishing weight of my erection against her thigh. The clink of her bikini chains against my belt buckle sounded like a starting pistol.

​"Enough with the tour," I growled against her lips, my voice a low vibration that seemed to make the marble island hum.

​Behind the lens, Sasha didn't flinch. If anything, she leaned into the monitor, her eyes tracking every muscle twitch in my jaw. "Stay on them! Camera three, get the low angle—I want to see the tension in their legs. Druski, turn her slightly toward the light. Perfect... keep that heat!"

​Evelyn let out a sharp, breathless gasp as I backed her up against the edge of the island. The cold marble met the small of her back, but she didn't care. She was too busy trying to climb me, her legs hooking around my waist, pulling me deeper into the fire.

I gripped her thighs and hoisted her into the air, her legs locking around my waist as I slammed her down onto the cool, white marble of the island. The sound of her skin hitting the stone was lost in the sound of our mouths colliding again.

​I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down the column of her throat, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin near her collarbone as I went to work on the gold chains. My hands were steady but urgent. I unclipped the metallic fastening of the bikini top, and the gold fabric fell away, revealing the devine view.

​"Look at those," I rasped, my voice thick with a mix of performance and genuine lust for the cameras. "Perfect, heavy globes... like they were sculpted for this room." Her breasts were firm, tipped with dark, pebbled nipples that stood out like twin peaks in the warm studio lighting. I caught one between my lips, swirling my tongue around the aureole until she let out a jagged, high-pitched moan that echoed off the high ceilings.

​I didn't stop there. I reached down, my fingers hooking into the thin gold links at her hips. With one sharp tug, I slid the shimmering underwear down her long, toned legs, tossing them onto the floor.

​I spread her knees wide, stepping into the space between them to reveal the prize. "Look at this," I murmured, my hand hovering just inches from her heat. "Completely smooth. Not a single hair out of place. Just soft, pink silk and the scent of a woman who knows she's about to be dominated."

​Behind the camera, Sasha moved in close. I could feel her presence, the heat of her focus.

​"Stay right there," Sasha commanded, her voice surprisingly cold and professional. "Camera two, get the macro lens on her pussy. I want to see the way it pulses when he touches it. Druski... give us a taste."

​Evelyn was breathless, her head thumping back against the marble, her fingers clawing at the edge of the counter. She was no longer the Heiress. She was just a woman waiting for a professional to finish what he started.

I didn't give her what she wanted immediately. I wanted her to crave me so badly that she forgot about her money and the five camera guys watching her every move.

​I stepped back just an inch, enough to let the air hit her damp skin, and then I dropped to my knees between her spread legs. The marble was cold against my shins, but Evelyn was a furnace.

​"You're shaking, Evelyn," I murmured, my voice a dark velvet that rumbled in the quiet kitchen. "Is the marble too cold? Or are you just realizing you're not in control anymore?"

​I didn't wait for an answer. I leaned in and let my tongue find her.

​Evelyn's back arched off the counter like a bow string snapping. A raw sound tore from her throat as I tasted her. She was slick, sweet, and incredibly responsive. I worked with a slow, agonizing precision, my tongue tracing the sensitive folds of her shaved pussy before focusing entirely on her clit. I flicked against the swollen peak, teasing her until her hips began to buck uncontrollably against the island.

​"Oh god... Druski... please," she whimpered, her manicured nails scraping against the marble as she searched for purchase.

​ "Camera one, move in for the extreme close-up. I want to see the moisture. I want to see her thighs trembling. This is the money shot, people! Don't blink!" Sasha said.

​Sasha was orbiting us, her eyes locked on the monitor, her face a mask of intense professional focus. She was directing her own boyfriend eating out one of the most famous women in the world, and she was doing it with a cold, brilliant efficiency that made my blood sing.

​Evelyn's breathing turned into ragged staccato bursts. She was on the edge, her whole body vibrating with the effort of not climaxing before I even entered her. I looked up at her, my chin wet, my eyes locked onto hers.

​"You're not ready for me to stop, are you?" I challenged.

​"Don't... don't you dare stop," she gasped, reaching down to grab my hair, trying to pull me back to her heat.

I stood up slowly, the cool air of the kitchen hitting me as I loomed over her. Evelyn was still gasping, her body twitching from the oral assault, her eyes glazed with a mix of shock and total surrender.

​I reached for the fastening of my trousers. The metallic click of my belt echoed in the silent mansion like a gavel. I slid my pants down just far enough to release the pressure, and my cock sprang free—thick, fully engorged, and pulsing with every beat of my heart.

​"Look at me, Evelyn," I commanded.

​She blinked, her gaze dropping to the sight of me. I didn't wait. I stepped closer, the head of my cock brushing against her chin. I reached out and tangled my fingers in her dark hair, tilting her head back to force her to look up at me.

​"Open your mouth, I want to stuff my fat cock inside."

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