God, I need this. Needhim.
Slowly, he rolls his hips, his cock filling my mouth and bumping against my throat. I swallow to avoid gagging, and it isn’t long before he’s filling my mouth while my eyes water freely.
Andrei groans a low and throaty sound, while his hands slip through my hair, pulling it free of my hair tie and pulling my head back just enough for me to look up at him.
“Pull up your dress,” he orders. “I want to watch you play with yourself while my cock is in your mouth. Show me what you like.”
Heat flashes through me, the heavy look in his eyes enough to spark me into obedience. I pull back to catch my breath as I lift the skirt of the dress enough to give myself room to slip one hand between my thighs. He inhales sharply while I slip my panties aside, happily tracing along my pussy, getting my fingers wet before I plunge two of them inside me as I bite back a moan.
With a starved growl, his grip on my hair tightens.
“Withmy cock in your mouth,zolotse.”
He pulls me toward him, and I don’t hesitate to part my lips, sealing them around him and moaning at his clean, musky flavor.
His grip in my hair stings against my scalp when my tongue flicks against the vein that runs along his length.
The edge of pain does nothing to discourage me when I try to control the pace. I savor the burn when I move faster than he wants, moaning as I bob my head up and down. He growls, forcing my head back far enough that I have no choice but to accept his withdrawal, whining when he teases me, only rubbing the tip of his cock against my lips.
He shakes his head. I whine in the back of my throat, tongue darting out to coax him back.
“If you want me in your mouth, you have to learn to behave.” Bracing a hand on his thigh, my nails dig into the fabric covering his thighs while my clit pulses against my hand, fingers working in tight circles. “Will you behave?”
I nod as I sigh shakily.
A beat passes as he strokes a thumb over my wet lip.
“Then come for me,” he orders as he slams his cock into my mouth. My throat convulses around him, and I blink back tears. “Get yourself nice and wet so when I get you into bed, I can sink every inch into that tight little cunt of yours.”
When I pull back, he lets me. I suck hard as I pull off, releasing him with a wet sound as I stroke him in my hand while I look up at him, fluttering my lashes.
Andrei’s eyes are feral.
With a spark of daring I didn’t know I possessed, I pout my lower lip, fluttering my lashes at him. “I like this dress, Andrei.How do I know you won’t ruin it?” I ask, dragging my tongue from base to tip, swirling it around the head.
“There’s only one way to find out,” he growls as he urges me to take him back into my mouth. It sounds like a threat, not a reassurance, but I don’t want to do anything that’ll make him stop. With a hitched breath, I plunge my fingers deeper.
Between the hot, heavy weight of him on my tongue and the way his hands stroke through my hair, shooting heat along my spine, I’m already on edge. Part of me wants to hold out, draw out my own orgasm as long as possible, but when I let my thumb circle my clit, I know I’m not going to last.
My thighs shake while my release hits me, muting every sensation except pleasure. I moan, clawing against Andrei’s thigh to brace myself against the onslaught.
“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Andrei rasps, voice gruff with lust. His expression is awe-struck as he strokes my cheek.
I’m still floating when Andrei pulls me off him, taking his cock in the hand not wrapped in my hair and squeezing around the base. I whine at the loss.
“When I let you go, you’ll have two minutes to get upstairs and get out of this dress,” he rasps. “Then you’re going to spread yourself out on the bed and wait for me. If you’re still wearing anything when I get there, I’ll tear it off you with my teeth.”
His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument, but I can’t resist the urge to push him anyway.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll have no choice but to take you over my knee,” he answers easily, the effect only emphasized by his hungry expression. A bolt of pure lust shoots through me at the mental image.
Holy shit.
“Do you understand me,zolotse?”
I nod as much as his grip allows me to.
