Page 19 of Kneel for Me
“That’s it,kotik,” he rumbled as he began working his way across my jaw, leaving his mark in the form of love bites. “Give me those sweet, needy sounds. They sound so precious coming from your pretty mouth.”
“Ivan…” I groaned when he swirled his tongue around my nipple. When his teeth sank into the sensitive bud, I choked on my next breath, my back arching off the bed. He laved his tongue over the abused peak before kissing his way across my chest to give my other nipple the same treatment.
Christ, he was going to kill me.
“You like that?” Ivan murmured, leaning up to peer down at me. He released my wrists to cup my cheek, stroking his thumb over my lips. He tugged at my bottom lip, a low hum sounding in his throat. When I nodded, he rasped, “I always knew you’d be fucking perfect for me,kotik.”
“You did?” I croaked, something funny stirring in my chest that I didn’t know how to identify. It was a tightening feeling, but at the same time, it sent warmth through my veins, making me feel loose and a little hazy.
He nodded. “Yeah, I did. And I’m never wrong.” He kissed me again, and I opened for him on instinct, letting his tongue invade my mouth once again so he could do with me as he pleased.
As long as he kept my brain silent, he couldalwaysdo whatever he wanted to me. I hadn’t felt this peaceful in alongtime. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had.
I felt like an idiot for fighting this—fightinghim—for so damn long.
He moved down my body, his lips making a trail down the center of my chest and along my flat stomach until he reached my erection. I shivered when his breath fanned over my leaking tip, and then, I moaned long and low as his lips wrapped around the head and he sucked, laving his tongue over that spot right beneath my cockhead, making me see stars.
At damn near forty-years-old, my refractory period should have been much longer, especially after I’d already come twice in one day, but there was something about Ivan that already had my cock rallying despite my balls feeling damn near empty.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned, my hands coming down to slide into his dark, silky hair. The strands sifted through my fingers, and my hips rose off the bed as I clenched at his dark hair, gasping when he allowed me to drive my dick down his throat. He didn’t even gag—just moaned around me, sending vibrations all the way down to my balls.
“If you keep that up,” I gasped, “I’m going to come again.”
He just hummed, then wrapped his arms around my thighs, pinning me in place as he began to bob his head, his mouth working me over. The suction was so tight, and his mouth was so hot and wet. I couldn’t think past anything but how his lips felt wrapped around me. My heels dug into the mattress, and my ass clenched as my balls drew up tight.
I wasn’t going to fucking last. Was hetryingto suck my soul out of my body? How thefuckwas he so goddamn good at this?
“Ivan,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “I’m going to—oh, fuck!” My entire body trembled as a weak spurt of cum spilled onto his waiting tongue. By some sheer force of will, I managed to keep my eyes open to a slit so I could watch him, and when he got that first hit, he looked up at me from beneath his lashes. The look was nothing short of predatory, and it had another weak burst spilling from my cockhead.
I barely had time to bring my brain back online before he was bending me in half just like he promised, my knees damn near touching my chest. When his cock breached me, slick with lube, my mouth opened on a silent cry, and my eyes rolled back in my head. He was sothick. God, it felt like he was splitting me in half, even if I was still nice and stretched from our shower sex.
“Ivan.” My hands scrambled for purchase, needing something to settle me as he ground his hips against my ass and dragged his cock along my prostate. Then, like he knew exactly what I needed, he grabbed my hands, shoved them above my head, then latched one of his hands around them to keep them pinned in place.
“My needy little cockslut just wants to be touched, don’t you,kotik?” he breathed as he slowly dragged his cock out. A breathy littleughnsound escaped my lips as he punched his hips forward, driving back inside of me. “Fuuuuck, make that sound again. The little sounds you make…Christ.”
With every hard thrust inside of me, more of thoseughnsounds slipped past my lips. Part of me wanted to close my eyes, to rest as he used me, but another part of me—the bigger part—couldn’t look away from his beautiful face as he fucked me hard and rough, an audible smacking sound echoing in my bedroom as his hips met my ass on each downward thrust.
His brows were furrowed, and those green eyes wereblazingas he watched me take everything he was giving me. Pearly white teeth were bared in a snarl as he took what he wanted from me.
“Think you can come again for me?” he panted, sweat beading along his temples. “I need to feel you pulsing around my cock before I fill you up.” When I shook my head, he gripped my chin, digging his fingertips into my cheek. “I think you can,kotik. I think you’ll do whatever it takes to please me. Won’t you? Because youneedto be my perfect little cumslut, don’t you? You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
Fuck, he was right. We both knew it. When I shook my head, he grinned. “That’s my good boy.” Fuck, I’d give himanythingwhen he called me that. “Come on,kotik. Give me what I want. Be my precious boy.”
His words were almost degrading, especially since I was older than him by quite a few years. But there was no denying the way my body tingled at his words. Iwantedto please him, to be his good boy, hispreciousboy. My head was all fuzzy. The only thing on my mind was being everything he wanted me to be.
“I’ll be your good boy,” I whispered.
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re so precious,” he rasped, dropping his hand to my throat. And then, he tightened his grip, cutting off my airflow. I bucked beneath him, my eyes bugging, but he just kept that same tight grip on both my wrists and my neck as he drove into me over and over and over again like he was trying to punish me.
The lack of oxygen to my brain and his cock dragging over my prostate with every downward stroke had me floating on a fucking cloud. My back bowed off the bed, and tears immediately streaked down my cheeks as a pathetic dribble of cum leaked from the tip of my cock once again. I sobbed just as Ivan moaned and released my neck. His hips fell off rhythm, and then, he was pressing his hips firmly to my ass. His cock pulsed inside of me as he came, giving me every drop he could.
All I could do was close my eyes, letting my tears slide down my cheeks. I began to tremble, my ears ringing. A pathetic sob slipped past my lips, and my chest shook with the force of it.
“Kotik. Adrian. Hey, precious. I’m here. It’s okay.” Warm arms enveloped me, and then, I was wrapped up in Ivan. He pressed one hand flat between my shoulder blades, and his other hand cradled the back of my head as he pulled me tight to his chest. My shoulders shook as I fell apart.
Somewhere in my fucked-out brain, I knew I was hitting sub-low. I was familiar with it due to all the times I’d had to take care of a sub when they hit one. But I had no idea it felt like this. So all consuming. That’d easily been the best sex of my entire fucking life, and I was ruining it by becoming a complete mess and sobbing onto Ivan’s bare chest.
“I’ve got you,” Ivan murmured, his face buried in my hair. I vaguely registered him tugging the blankets over us, pulling them over my head and cocooning us in darkness. “You’re safe,kotik. It’s okay. Just let it out.”
