A moan vibrates on his knob when he returns his hand to my clit. He toys with it until my thighs are as shaky as his, and the veins feeding his magnificent cock work overtime.
“Fuck…” he groans, his grip at the base of his cock now more about calming the beast than enraging it.
His nostrils flare as an animalistic groan rolls up his chest when I slide my tongue over the sensitive slit in his cock, lapping up the droplets of his arousal. Then he increases the pressure on my clit. He rubs and strokes it in rhythm to my sucks, and within seconds, a familiar tightening sensation hits the lower half of my stomach.
My cheeks hollow from the pressure I apply during my next handful of sucks. I suck him faster. Greedily. I push him to the brink as his fingers do me, and I can’t get enough. I lick, pump, and suck him while watching him unravel before my eyes.
I love the burn of taking him deep and savor every frantic grunt as he struggles to maintain control. They reveal he is no longer in charge of our exchange.
The power has once again been handed to me.
I won’t fuck it up this time. I refuse.
While swiveling my tongue around the base of his cock, almost gagging, I watch him over the rise and fall of his chest. He’s breathless and panting. I love that I get to see him this way—raw and unguarded. It makes our gathering much more intimate and reminds me that this type of tension can’t be replicated with a stranger. It can’t be manufactured. It is an artform only a select few can master.
I moan at the taste of him when the trekking of my tongue along the veins coursing down the length of his thick cock produces more pre-cum. I lap it up eagerly.
“Yes, Emmy,” Mikhail moans, hissing. “Suck me hard and fast. Make me come.”
I milk him with my hand while sucking on the crown of his engorged knob. Over and over again, my tongue flutters across the slit, gathering the droplets of pre-cum pooled there. I work him so hard that my mouth aches, and it pays off in the most brilliant manner.
It isn’t as you suspect. Instead of flooding my tongue with his cum, Mikhail slams two fingers back inside me before swiveling my aching clit with his thumb. His cock muffles my screams when he hits the nervy bud with rapid-fire flicks at the same time his fingers massage the sweet spot inside me.
My tingling pussy clings to his fingers as his cock demands every inch of my mouth. I love the feel of him, the hotness and heaviness, and the sense of rightness that comes with every one of our exchanges.
“Please,” I beg through a mouthful of cock a few seconds later.
I’m dying to taste him again, for his cum to ignite my senses. The urge is as blinding as the frantic buildup of my next climax, which is seconds from erupting.
I whimper when Mikhail brings me to the edge with a perfect amount of pressure and dedication while saying, “I want you to come with me. I want your juices dripping off my hand as my seed slides down your throat.”
My screams are louder than the music pumping out of the speakers of his club when Mikhail switches from two fingers to three. The somewhat painful intrusion is the final push I need to reach climax. I come with a moan, my entire body shaking.
Mikhail is right there with me.
Thick spurts explode into my mouth, and I swallow them greedily while increasing the length of my strokes. I lure moresalty goodness from the crown of his swollen cock with frantic, desperate pumps, hooked on his taste.
It appears as if I am not the only one addicted. Mikhail’s cock pulls from my mouth with a pop half a second before his mouth lands on the cleft of my pussy.
After soaking his cheeks with evidence of my arousal, he plays with my clit until I lose count of the number of times he makes me come.
I’m so pliable by the time he’s done I can barely talk. “Mikhail…”
His breath is hot against my neck when he says, “I’ve got you, Ember.”
He hums softly when the tip of his cock pierces between the folds of my pussy. Then, slowly, he enters me. The burn is excruciating, but I tighten my legs around his waist before I lift my hips off the couch, opening myself to him more.
Once he is fully seated, he groans, the sound both erotic and peaceful. His cock flexes as one of his hands slides beneath me to tilt my ass higher while the other moves to my clit. I mewl, still sensitive, when he rolls the delicate bud between his index finger and thumb.
Only once he is confident that I won’t tear does he inch back.
I suck at him, my pussy rippling as it silently urges him to lose control.
When their wordless pleas only get him halfway over the fence, I add words to the mix. “I want you to take mehard. I want to feel where you’ve been for days.”
Cursing, he thrusts back in.
I moan, wildly aroused by how fast I can coerce him to the dark side.
