Page 20 of Unholy Tsar

I finally break the kiss and trail my mouth down her neck, to her breast. I take a moment to admire the perky flesh and the strawberry-red nipples. “This is so wrong,” she whines.

“No, this is perfect. You are fucking perfect,” I smirk, blowing my breath first on one nipple, then the other. The peaks pucker and get even harder. Cecelia’s hand grabs my hair, and she uses her hard grip to squish my face into her breasts. Heaven. I grunt and turn my head to close my mouth around a nipple.

“Oh my God!” she cries out, her back and hip shooting off the desk. I have to wrap my arms around her waist to hold her still. I tongue one nipple while softly kneading her other breast. Her moans keep increasing. She’s close.

When I release her nipple, she lets out a frustrated yell. I chuckle as I place a soft kiss on her belly. “Are you going to admit it now?”

“Fuck you,” she moans, but the protest is weak. I’m getting to her.

I sit back and get on my knees in front of her. Her eyes widen in surprise. I grab her thighs and drag her over to the edge of the desk, then spread her legs wide. I smile when I see her panties are completely destroyed. The material is soaked through and clings to her pussy, leaving nothing to the imagination. Still, I drag the pair of panties off her and pocket them.

She seems to be too out of it to notice that, thankfully.

I glance up at her, taking in every detail. Lips swollen. Nipples hard and wet from my mouth. Chest heaving with her pants. Hair an auburn mess. Eyes wild and needy. She’s never been more beautiful. She looks absolutely perfect. Absolutely mine. My grip on her thighs tightens, making her whimper. I wrench them further apart.

Maintaining eye contact, I lean down toward her cunt and flatten my tongue against her dripping opening. She lets out a choked moan, her hands flying down to bury themselves in my hair.

I drag my tongue up her folds and flick it against her clit. Once. Twice. She goes wild in my arms, her grip on my hair painful. I want to stay like this until she cums over and over again. But I’m a man on a mission.

I start to pull away, and her hands and legs clamp around my head, holding me in place. “No, no no. Please, Maksim. I’m so close,” she sobs, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Then say the magic words.”

This time, she doesn’t even hesitate.

“Please, let me cum, daddy. Please. I’m so attracted to you, I get wet every time I see you. You’re so hot, and if you weren't you and I weren’t me, I would have seduced you a thousand times over since our night together. So please, just let me cum. Please.”

I jolt at her words. She’s said more than I ever asked for, and hearing her call me daddy wakes up something primal inside me —an instinct I can’t ignore. I want to fuck her. Choke her. Protect her. Feed her. Make her mine.

I move away from between her thighs, and she screams in anger. “I did what you wanted; I said what you wanted. Let me cum you fucking bastard or—”

I cut off her angry tirade with my mouth.

8

CECILIA

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he thrusts his finger inside me.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” he mutters against my lips. And then he’s gone. His lips, his finger, his warmth. Before I can start cursing him out again, I realize why. He’s unbuckling his belt. Finally.

“Finally,” I whisper, licking my lips in anticipation as his cock springs free. Massive. Veiny. Precum gushes out of the tip in a steady stream. It’s a testament to how hard up I am for him that I don’t even feel a twinge of nervousness. I just want him inside me already.

Running his hand down his length, Maksim squeezes the head tightly. To hold off his orgasm?

“Fuck, are you on birth control? I don’t have a condom with me.”

He’s barely done talking before I nod frantically. I’m on birth control. I always take the shot every three months. It’s the only thing that’s helped with my painful period.

“Good.”

Maksim stalks toward me, his eyes hungry with need and desire, and I eagerly open my arms to him. With one hand, he holds my thigh apart, while the other sinks into my hair, tenderly brushing aside loose strands of hair. Maybe the tender touch is why I’m shocked when he just shoves his hips forward.

His hot length fills me, invading my pussy so completely that I can only flutter helplessly around him. But I’m so wet from his constant teasing that I don’t feel any pain. He slides in easily, twisting his hips at just the right angle, nudging a point inside me that sets everything on fire.

“Fuck, yes! Fuck me, daddy,” I moan, clamping myself around him. Maksim shudders as he withdraws, then shoves himself back into me. In this position, he’s so deep, so deep I swear I can feel him at the back of my throat.

“Your pussy is strangling the cock of a man you’re not attracted to, Myshka. What do you have to say about that?” he grunts, grabbing my hips to yank me even further into his cock.