Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 207: [R18]Moaning Over the Evidence

Dahlia clung to Nash like he was her lifeline, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs hooked loosely around his waist as their kiss deepened.

Her body still trembled from the orgasm he’d given her, the squirt leaving her thighs slick and her pussy throbbing. The towel was a forgotten heap on the floor, her beautiful dark skin flushed and glistening under the lights, water droplets from her earlier wash mingling with fresh sweat.

She tasted herself on his tongue, and it only made her pull him closer, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest through his shirt.

Nash held her on the desk’s edge, one arm banded around her lower back, the other cradling her head as he kissed her with unhurried passion.

His mind, though, was a split screen: one half lost in her softness, the other calculating.

Ok, I’ve got this. This way is even better. Nia hasn’t called yet, so there’s still some time.

He felt his phone in his pocket, set to vibrate only when Nia would call three times consecutively as a signal that Victoria had left the hangar.

There was no buzz yet, so he could indulge, search, and turn Dahlia’s world inside out all at once.

She needed to feel like a queen tonight, especially since it loosened her lips and distracted her enough for him to dig deeper.

Her fingers tugged at his shirt collar, nails grazing the warm skin of his neck as she deepened the kiss herself, tongue sliding sensually against his, exploring with a lazy, intoxicating rhythm that made his pulse quicken.

Her movements showed that she was now sufficiently prepared, and he could go rougher, but... this time, he was the one who needed more softness to proceed calmly with the search.

She pressed her bare body closer, her heavy breasts flattening against his chest, nipples dragging deliciously over the fabric of his shirt.

One hand wandered lower, caressing his abs through the material, fingers tracing the V-line down to his belt buckle.

This intensity was really unlike her, showing clearly that with the right touch, he could turn a woman into another. Dahlia’s role in the team, besides being Victoria’s will, which was poorly executed, was to satisfy his sexual needs whenever he wanted.

That was always what it was about. Right now, this was the first time he really took the time to give her what her body desired, the way it wanted it, and the result was that Dahlia took more the lead.

The whiskey might have played a role in it, too, but the result was all that mattered.

Nash groaned softly into her mouth, but then, he felt something very dangerous. Her hand dipped further, fumbling with his belt, trying to unbuckle it as she ground her hips against the bulge straining in his pants.

She was about to take off his pants, the very thing he needed to keep on to receive Nia’s signal.

He gently captured her wrist, his large hand enveloping hers with tender firmness, and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each knuckle slowly, his eyes locked on hers with that intense, adoring gaze.

"Not fair," she breathed again. "I want to feel you... all of you. Let me touch you, Nash. Please."

"Patience, beautiful. Tonight’s about you," he murmured, "You’ve been running the show all the time. I see how you work, take care of the business in the shadows, and no one ever notices. Today, let me spoil you. Let me make you feel like the queen you are. No rush... just this."

His thumb stroked the inside of her wrist, a soothing circle that matched the rhythm of his words, easing her resistance.

Dahlia’s breath hitched, her body melting a little under his touch. She pouted playfully, her free hand still caressing his chest.

"But I want—"

Before she could finish, Nash leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was pure magic, crazy soft, yet deeply intoxicating.

His mouth moved against hers with exquisite gentleness, lips plush and warm, tongue tracing hers in slow, swirling patterns that short-circuited her brain.

It was like he was pouring all his focus into that one act, making the world narrow to just the slide of their lips, the shared breaths, the way his hand cradled her face as if she were irreplaceable.

No dominance, no hurry, just pure, melting connection that turned her thoughts to liquid heat.

She sighed into him, her body going pliant, the hand on his belt relaxing as she sank deeper into the kiss. Her mind fogged, annoyance and insistence dissolving into a fabulous surrender.

God, how does he do that? she thought, her fingers now threading into his hair instead, pulling him closer as she melted completely.

Nash smiled against her lips, knowing he’d won this round. With her distracted in the haze, he could proceed thoroughly.

He eased her back onto the desk, his body following, ready to take her to the heights she deserved... and search every corner in the process.

Her body reclined slowly under his guiding hands, her platinum bob fanning out across the scattered papers.

The desk’s cool surface made her shiver slightly as her bare back made contact. She gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, hazy with the fog of that mind-melting kiss, her lips swollen and parted.

Her arms remained loosely draped around his neck, fingers playing idly with the hairs at his nape, while her legs stayed hooked around his waist, pulling him infinitesimally closer with each breath.

He hovered over her for a moment, his weight supported on one forearm beside her head, the other hand tracing lazy patterns along her side, from the curve of her ribcage down to the dip of her waist, then over the flare of her hip.

Dahlia arched subtly into his palm, a soft sigh escaping her, her heavy breasts rising and falling with the motion.

He captured her lips once more, first a gentle press, then a slow parting, tongues meeting in a languid tangle that drew a muffled moan from her throat.

As their mouths moved together, Nash’s free hand drifted lower, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. The metallic click was barely audible over their shared breaths, but Dahlia’s hips shifted in response, her body sensing the shift.

He unzipped his fly carefully and eased his massive cock free from the confines of his pants.

It sprang out, the thick length throbbing with veins prominent along its girth, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

This much was enough, not too much to risk losing his pants, not too little to risk suffering the mortal bite of the zipper on his Johnny.

He didn’t enter her yet. Instead, he let it rest against her lower belly, the warm weight of it pressing just above her womb, the tip nudging the subtle bulge where her abdomen met her mound.

His cock pulsed gently against her skin with each heartbeat, leaving a faint trail of slickness as it throbbed.

Dahlia gasped into the kiss, her eyes opening briefly to glance down, taking in the sight of his impressive size laid out on her.

"Nash... It’s so... warm," she whispered against his lips, one hand sliding down to trace its length tentatively, fingers barely encircling the base.

Nash deepened the kiss in response, his tongue swirling around hers with exquisite slowness, drawing out the moment to heighten her anticipation.

His hand covered hers on his cock, guiding her strokes, slow, sensual glides that made him groan softly into her mouth.

Dahlia’s free hand roamed his back, nails dragging lightly over his shirt, urging him closer as her hips rolled upward, seeking friction against the underside of his shaft, while his eyes darted to the files scattered behind and around her head.

Financial files here... Midnight Rest accounts... Alcohol sales, room reservations... stimulant profits. Huh? They have some here? Ah, just something to screw... but still nothing weird. Nothing here then. I need to move her to get a better overview of these shelves.

He broke the kiss gradually, trailing his lips down her neck in open-mouthed caresses, sucking lightly until it elicited a breathy whimper from her.

"You’re driving me crazy," he murmured. "Feel how hard you make me? All for you."

His cock twitched against her belly at the words. Dahlia’s response was a soft moan, her body arching to press him firmer against her.

"Then let me take responsibility," she whispered. "I want you in me now."

Nash nodded. He shifted his hips back a bit, lining up the head of his dick with her entrance. She was so wet from before.

He pushed in slowly, just the tip first, stretching her open gently. Dahlia gasped, her eyes going wide as she felt the thickness fill her.

"Oh... Nash... yes," she said, her legs tightening around him.

He went deeper bit by bit, inch by inch, letting her get used to him. His dick was thick, making her walls hug tightly around it.

She could feel every vein, every part of him sliding in. When he was halfway, he stopped, kissing her neck to make her relax. Then he pushed more, until he was all the way in, his balls pressing against her ass.

The bulge showed in her belly, right where he filled her up. Dahlia moaned loudly, her back arching off the desk.

"It’s so deep... feels so good..."

Nash started moving slowly, pulling out a little then pushing back in, gentle thrusts that rubbed her good spots inside. Each move made wet sounds, her juices coating him.

He kept one hand on her hip, the other on the desk for balance. Dahlia’s moans got louder.

"Mmm... yes... keep going..." Her hands pulled at his shirt.

He kept fucking her on the desk for a minute, building her up. Then, without warning, he scooped her up with both arms, lifting her off the desk.

Dahlia yelped in surprise, her legs locking around his waist, his dick still deep inside her.

He carried her to the shelves, pressing her back against the wood and bottles. The cool surface made her shiver, but she didn’t care; she was too focused on him.

Nash held her with one strong arm under her ass, letting gravity pull her down harder on his dick. Each drop hit deep, bumping her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure through her.

At first, he kept it slow, lifting her up then letting her slide down, gentle and deep. Dahlia’s head fell back, hitting a shelf lightly, her moans turning wild.

"Ahh! Nash... oh god... it’s... Aahn..." She was lost in it, eyes closed, body shaking with each drop.

Nash saw she was getting more into it, her hips grinding back, moaning nonstop. So he sped up a bit, thrusting up as she dropped down, hitting her cervix harder.

The rhythm got faster, wet slaps filling the room. Dahlia moaned a lot now.

"Yes! Nash! Harder... ahh! Don’t stop... I’m gonna come!" Her pussy clenching tight around him, juices dripping down his balls and pants.

This was perfect. With his free hand, Nash searched the files behind her on the shelf. She was too deep in pleasure to notice, her face buried in his neck, biting his shoulder as she moaned.

He pulled out a folder quickly. Staff profiles: names, shifts, backgrounds. Nothing new. Next one, Midnight Rest money: bills, sales, profits.

Still no big secrets, just normal business stuff. He shoved it back, keeping the thrusts going, making sure she stayed lost in the feeling.

Dahlia’s body tensed, her moans peaking.

"Nash! I’m cumming... ahh!" and she squirted again, wet heat gushing around his dick.

Still, there was nothing there. He moved away, fucking her standing, her body pressed against his chest.

He often stopped, fully inside her, holding her still, then moved just his hips like a deadly piston, thrusting sharp and fast for a few seconds before walking again.

The sudden changes drove her wild, her moans turning into cries.

"Ah... Oh... fuck... ahh!" She bit his shoulder lightly.

All the while, Nash glanced around the room, thinking.

Where next? There’s nothing here... I’m not even sure there’s something to find... Maybe I was wrong? But then...

He carried her toward the wall, thrusting steady as he walked. Dahlia’s eyes fluttered open through the pleasure haze, and she saw the wall coming close.

Suddenly, she tensed up, her body stiffening a bit.

"N-Nash... wait... not there," she whispered quickly, her voice mixed with a moan.

It surprised him, for a second, he thought he had made a wrong move, and she didn’t like it, but then he realized she meant the location.

It was weird; she was so into it, but something about that wall bothered her.

Nash looked at the wall as she moaned on his shoulder, her ass still trembling in his hands from the thrusts. Then, his mouth opened, and he grinned.

Holy shit, it’s here!!!