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GALINA
With the utmost patience, I pull my dress upward. The hem is at my knees, and it’s a thrill to have his gaze drink in my every movement. Shimmying my leggings down with my other hand, I expose my creamy thighs. I don’t have any panties on, and he inhales lustily at the sight.
“Do you like seeing me stand before you like this?” I whisper slyly.
“Knowing that you’ve been strutting around with your delicious pussy easily accessible to me? What do you think?”
Spreading his legs, he rubs his palm over his massive erection. He grinds his zipper down in an agonizingly slow motion, revealing the bulge of his cock throbbing against the thin fabric of his boxers.
Not to be outdone, I step out of my leggings, and then I inch my dress up and over my hips, my navel, until he can see the underside of my breasts. I remain there, my hard nipples acting like nails that hold the fabric in place.
Arsen lifts his eyebrows at my show. Shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs sends his thick cock leaping into the light. The mere sight of it makes my clit throb in anticipation. Holding my stare, he begins to rock his fist over his shaft. The veins writhe, engorged from the pressure of his hand. A pearl of pre-cum glimmers on the tip for a moment before Arsen’s thumb smears the liquid in a circle, leaving the ridge of his cock head glistening.
Pulses of wild heat assault my core, and I feel my knees tremble. But I hold fast and shove two fingers into my pussy. The sound of the entry is wet and loud. I gasp, unable to hold back the sound as it punches from the back of my throat. It turns me on further to hear my own arousal. But it’s nothing compared to how Arsen growls as he slides his hand like a piston over his rigid cock.
“Krasivaya,” he whispers, jerking himself faster. “But I think you’re forgetting something.” His cock flexes. “I own that pussy. And I didn’t tell you to finger yourself.”
My plan to tease him falls apart. I can’t take this emptiness inside of me. Every time he pumps his cock, I imagine that rigid thickness filling me up.
I start toward him, but he shakes his head.
“Not yet,” his commanding voice strains with need. He gives his shaft a slow jerk. “Keep touching yourself while I watch.”
Shivering with another rush of excitement, I part my thighs wider. He fixates on the view of my pussy as I spread myself open for him. With two fingers, I gently rub my clit in a figure eight. The heat in my belly is scalding. Delicious waves of pleasure radiate out until I feel them dancing across my skin, from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair.
“Good girl.” His voice is straining with need, and I know that both of us are drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. “Don’t you stop, and don’t you dare come without my permission.”
Pleasure blossoms like a flower against my skin at the sound of his command. Panting, I bend my knees and arch my head back. I can’t focus on him jerking himself off while I do this or I risk disobeying his command.
“Put one finger in,” he says, his voice no louder than a whisper, but it might as well be a roar against my ears.
Biting my lip, I do as he says. I had two before, and I want two again, but I must wait for his permission.
“Good girl.” His chuckle is dark. “As a reward, you may slide in two more.”
“Two more?” I ask, panting.
“You can take it.” His deep voice rumbles, and I can feel my body thrumming in response. “You’ve handled me, and I’m much bigger.”
My mouth salivates as I peek at his massive erection. Getting my fingers slick with my own juices, I bury another two inside. A surge of pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. I’m so close … I can’t hold myself back.
“Don’t you dare come,” his voice commands again, as if he can read my mind.
Whimpering, I moan as I push deeper inside of myself, wriggling the knuckles while my slick walls clench hungrily at the sensation. I’ve never used this many fingers on myself. My clit is buzzing—so sensitive and swollen that the air itself feels like it’s stroking me.
He moans softly, and the sound heightens my own pleasure. I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm begins to bubble. His scent drifts closer, and heat rolls off his powerful body. My knees buckle as I continue to finger-fuck myself. Control is slipping from me as my fingers work me into a frenzy.
His finger touches beneath my chin and tips my head up. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes, and he is the only thing I see. His eyes are burning with lust, and I know he’s barely holding himself back.
He’s using every last ounce of restraint to prevent himself from throwing me against the wall and fucking me until I scream.
The thought that he would sends me over the edge.
Shrieking, I fall forward, my orgasm stealing the strength from my knees as I collapse into his powerful arms. I moan like a whore as wave after wave of ever-intensifying pleasure crashes against my body. His hands slip between my legs and take hold of my fingers—still slick with arousal.
“Finished already?” he asks, clicking his tongue as he brings up the fingers before his eyes. “No self-control.”
