I could give her a few moments to consider my comment, but I’d rather show her what I mean.
The pink discs on Justine’s chest draw upward when they’re awarded the heat of my gaze. I stare at her breasts until her nipples stand to attention, then I add my hands and mouth into the mix.
As I caress, suck, and knead her tits, Justine’s head falls back with a long, throaty moan.
“That’s it,Ahren. Let me hear you.”
She weaves her fingers through my hair to teether me to her breasts, her hold only weakening when my lips commence my trek to the scent I’m sucking in like an addict.
Her knees curve inward when I drag the four-day old stubble on my chin over the silky smooth skin on her stomach, but her hands remain un-balled.
I love that almost as much as the taste of her skin.
A soft purr escapes her parted lips when I gently nibble on her soft flesh. I take my time worshipping a body that displays both her strength and her beauty.
When my lips finally reach the seam of her panties, I slide my finger down the damp cotton material clinging to the folds of her greedy cunt. “Ahren, you’re saturated.”
As my dick stands to attention, I lock my eyes with Justine’s over the thrusting globes of flesh on her chest. I tell her everything I plan to do to her body, and exactly how I plan to do it without a word leaving my lips.
When she nods, happy with my selection, I hook my thumb into her panties, yank them to one side, then circle my lips around her clit, impatient to taste her once more. I eat her with hungry, insatiable licks until evidence of her excitement drips off my chin, and my cock is knocking at the zipper in my jeans, begging to be freed.
He’ll have to wait, because I’ve not yet had my fill.
“So fucking sweet.” I drag my tongue up her wet heat before swiveling it around swollen clit. “Tangy.” I suck her clit into my mouth, producing a throaty moan to ripple between her parted lips. “Bitter.” I release her clit after giving it a teasing tug with my teeth. “The tastiest cunt I’ve ever eaten.”
Moaning, Justine rakes her fingers through my hair so she can hold my mouth hostage to her drenched cunt like she did her breasts. I love that she’s showing me what she wants, but her hold limits my movements, and I’ll be fucked if I eat her cunt with only half the intensity it deserves.
After snatching up her wrists, I pin them to each side of her hips. “A real man eats without assistance.”
I do precisely that for the next five minutes. I fuck her with my tongue, teeth, and lips before directing for her to fuck me back just as violently.
“Ride my mouth like you ride my cock,Ahren. Fast and without restraint.”
Without additional prompting, Justine arches her back until her ass is inches off the wooden floor before she rolls her hips upward. As she rocks against my mouth, my tongue pays dedicated attention to the firm bud still sensitive from our multiple exchanges the past thirty-six hours. I hit her clit with rapid fired hits, arousing it more with each flick.
After several cock-thickening minutes of her riding my mouth, my wish to taste her arousal reigns supreme. “I’m starving to taste your arousal again, Justine. Don’t make me wait any longer than I already have.”
Within seconds of my confession, the quivers of an orgasm shudders Justine’s thighs.
“That’s it. Come for me,Ahren. Give me every scream. Let the world hear what I do to you.”
Her eyes lift to the ceiling as she chants my name on repeat. When I slide my hands under her ass to arch her back more, her screams louden.
“I don’t want to miss a drop,” I growl on a moan before smashing my mouth with her still clenching slit.
Her arousal floods my tongue when I eat her as if I’m starving. She shudders uncontrollably, her moans lyrical gold to my ears. She tastes fantastic, just as I imagined, and Roman was right. One taste was never going to cut it. You can’t eat the most delicious cunt you’ve ever eaten, and not go back for multiple helpings.
Once the shudders overwhelming every inch of Justine weaken, I give her clit one final tweak with my teeth before locking my eyes with her spent face. “Just like everything you do, you come with perfection.”
I kiss her clit, soundlessly promising we’ll meet again soon before crawling up her body. I’m about to kiss her mouth as hungrily as I did her cunt, but the ping of a cell phone stops me. It’s most likely Roman calling for the umpteenth time today, so I should be able to leave it, but since my bid to takeover Vladimir’s throne commenced earlier than planned, I don’t have much choice but to answer it.
Sailing blind toward a storm isn’t an option for me right now. I need to play a smart and skillful game that won’t just stun Vladimir, it will also keep Justine safe.
When my cell phone buzzes again, announcing I have a voicemail message, I inwardly curse. Roman only ever leaves a voicemail when it’s important.
Justine watches me with wide, panicked eyes when I make my way to the coffee table to check my phone. Well aware we’re on borrowed time, she doesn’t say anything. She just awards me a trust I don’t deserve but am grateful to have.
Roman’s message isn’t business related, but it is extremely important. “Three of the men from Justine’s video are dead. One is serving life behind bars, and the other two are still based in Hopeton.” I hear a noise that sounds like a jet taking off before Roman continues, “I’d tell you to let bygones be bygones, but I know that isn’t how you operate, so I will await further instructions instead.”
