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“That’s so hot,” he murmurs. “I can’t quite see because of your panties, and somehow, that’s even sexier than having everything on show.” He frees his cock, and it’s like a brand on the skin of my inner thigh. “I’ll just do my thing right here.”
“Am I allowed to touch my clit?” I ask.
“Not for now.” He rubs his cock over my wet panties, another gush dampening the material. “Hold yourself open, and let me help.”
My hand is inside my panties, holding my swollen folds apart as he grinds his shaft on top of the fabric, moving it over my clit. It feels so naughty, as though he’s trying to resist fucking me, and that thought makes it even better.
Arman grits his teeth. “You’re so juicy, tsvetok. Are you such a slut for my cock? I’ve barely touched you.”
“I can’t help it,” I say, my voice breathy. “It’s just as well. If I didn’t get this wet, you’d have trouble getting that thing inside me.”
“It’s funny you should say that.” He reaches for my face, rubbing his lip along my lower lip. “Open up.” I part my lips, and he slides his thumb over my tongue, groaning as I suck eagerly at it. “I had an idea in mind, but I think I need to fuck your pretty mouth first.”
He takes my hand and helps me to my feet before pushing me to my knees. His cock is level with my lips as he gathers my hair in his hands.
“You look so beautiful,” he says, “but you’ll look even better when choking on me. I want to see that gorgeous face all messed up.” He slaps my cheek with the length. “Oh, and you’d better keep touching that pussy. I want you to come screaming around my dick.”
I reach into my panties again, and when my fingertip finds my clit, the sensation is off the charts. Something about all the indirect contact got it so swollen and sensitive, and as I touch it now, the slightest pressure sends blissful shivers through me. Arman tugs my head back and feeds his cock into my mouth, sighing as the head brushes the back of my throat.
“You’ve gotten so good at taking me,” he says, moving his hips and holding my head so he can push deeper. “Let me feel you choke on it.”
I gag and cough, and he pulls out. “Perfect. Do it again.” He thrusts back into my mouth, gripping my hair as he forges in and out, and my throat constricts on his shaft, making him growl with satisfaction.
I keep working my clit, moving with a steady rhythm and firm pressure, just like he taught me. Although I learned how to get myself off, I still need him there. He’s the keeper of my orgasms, the commander of my pleasure. If I need to come, he will always oblige me, and there are times he doesn’t touch me at all; just knowing he’s watching is enough. More often than not, though, he can’t resist joining in, and that’s fine by me. I crave him constantly, like a drug, and he’s more than happy to feed my habit.
His taste is intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and musk that makes my head spin. His hands grip tightly in my hair as he pushes deeper into my throat, and the sensation of him taking control and claiming me this way is exhilarating.
“God fucking dammit, baby girl,” he says. “Make yourself come, or I’ll stop you and make you wait. I can’t take much more, and I’m not done with you by a long shot.”
I can’t answer with his hardness crowding my throat. His breath hitches as I take him in deeper, and we fill the room with our heavy breathing.
My hand begins to work furiously on my clit, matching the rhythm of my mouth on him. There’s no way I can handle it if he decides to deny me now. I’d go insane. He thrusts harder into my throat now, his breaths becoming ragged, and I know he’s close, too.
“Come, Lilyana!”
Each steady stroke of my clit sends shivers down my spine, merging with the sensation of him in my throat. My mouth waters as I involuntarily swallow around him, each muscle in my throat clenching and unclenching in response to his thrusts. I moan around him as my orgasm finally crashes over me, and my body convulses violently, my eyes rolling backward in my head as I lose all sense of control.
Arman, sensing the wave of pleasure washing over me, grips the base of his cock tightly, his movements slowing at first, then stopping completely. He holds himself inside my throat, his hips bucking against me, his pulse pounding in sync with mine.
He pulls free of my spasming throat, and I heave a lungful of air as he grabs my hair again, lifting me to my feet. I cry out in shock as he crushes his lips to mine, his fingers delving inside my panties and between my swollen pussy lips. He finds my clit and gives it a tweak before dragging my panties down my legs. I step out of them, and he puts them in his pocket before reaching under my dress to fondle me.
“Here’s the thing, tsvetok.” He gathers my moisture on his finger and delves between my butt cheeks. “I think it’s time I claimed this too.”
Instinctively, I want to object, but before I can say anything, he spears my asshole with his fingertip. I give a strangled yelp, astonished at how different it feels, yet still so good. Nerves deep inside spark to life, looking for sensation, and I lean on him, moaning into his mouth as he kisses me.
“I’m all about your pleasure. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, but I wanna see my cock disappearing into that little hole while I finger your pussy.” He walks me backward toward a low couch. “Say you want my cock in your ass, Lilyana.”
I can’t decide whether I should be scared, but I trust him and the feelings in my body. Before I can overthink it, I nod, and he grins as he pushes me to sit. I lie back, and he picks up my thighs, moving me so my knees are by my ears.
“Hold your legs back. You can be a good girl and help me get in your ass, right?”
“I’ll be good.”
Arman plunges two fingers inside my hot pussy and withdraws fast, bringing my juice with him. He rubs it into my asshole, then gets his cock wet, too, sliding it through my slick inner lips. I moan and shift my hips.
“My poor angel,” he murmurs, penetrating my ass with his thumb. “Your pussy acting out?”
I pout. “I need you to fuck it.” I pull my legs back further, exposing my flushed holes to him. “Please? Just for a minute?”
