“Please.”
“You want my focus on you at all times, thinking about all the ways I’ll make you come, about how I’ll get you off?”
“Yes!” she cries as I push her further.
“And what about when I want to slide into you?”
“Oh, please. Yes.”
“So it’s not all about you?”
“I want you to come in me,” she whispers. “I want to feel you all night long. I want you inside me so badly, Maxim. Please. Can I have you?”
“That’s a lovely answer,tsaritsa,” I praise. “Good girls get cock. Do you think you can be a good girl for me?”
“How do I do that?” She whimpers.
“You come. When I tell you to.”
Her eyes widen. “Is that possible?”
“Anything’s possible.”
With that, I settle my lips on her clit. I suck on it. Hard. Enough for her body to tremble beneath me. Her toes scramble against my back, rocking and twisting as I give her what she asked for.
My way.
I pause, just when I can feel her cunt clutch at me.
She sobs. “NO! Don’t stop. Maxim! Please.”
“Can you be a good girl for me?” I let my other hand swirl around her slit, collecting her pussy juices and using a lubricated finger to swirl around her asshole.
“I-I can try.”
Grinning, I applaud her efforts by lapping at her clit again.
“Ohh, Maxim.” That she howls my name tells me I’m as deep into this as she is.
In my world, women are for pleasure.
They please their men.
There’s something intoxicating about my queen being different.
About her wanting more, demanding everything from me.
I grace her with a soft suck that has her hips bucking into my face.
“Stay still,tsaritsa. If you do, then I’ll let you come.”
Her fist presses into her forehead.
I thrust the one digit into her ass, enjoying her shaky sigh especially when I can tell she wants to wiggle into it. Then, I coax her G-spot again.
As I do, I watch her face, gifting her soft sucks on her clit until her features tense, until her body vibrates, until every limb is tense from the stillness I demand?—
“Come,tsaritsa,” I coo before latching onto her clit and pushing her over the edge.
