Knowing he likes this, that I’m doing it right, loosens me up.
I bob my head, moving faster than’s comfortable, but it’s worth it to hear him utter guttural curses in Latgalian.
My eyes water as pre-cum slides into my mouth, trickling in a way that almost makes me choke. The taste of him’s saltier than I expected yet… oddly satisfying too.
I know why he denied me the other week.
He made sure that he didn’t come in my mouth…
Well, not this time.
Lights flood the car upon our approach to the arena. Urgent now, wanting this as much as he does, hell, more, as this was my main reason for making the offer, I hum around his cock, moving faster, my own selfish urge to taste him overtaking all else.
The hand on my nape bunches with tension as he drives with just the one. “Victoria, I’m going to come.”
He pulls at my hair, trying to dislodge my hold, but I refuse and tighten my grip on his balls again.
I want this, dammit.
I plotted for this!
He hisses again as I refuse to back off. If anything, I suck harder, faster, lathing him with my tongue, silently begging him to find his release.
I create more spit so it’ll slide around him, just so that it’s messier and hopefully hotter. I’ve seen the videos—honestly, the amount of saliva involved is borderline disturbing.
With the tip lodged as deep as I can take it, I swallow and massage his balls together, firming the rim of my lips around him as he pumps his hips into me.
The move is of his body’s volition, not his own because he snarls, “Victoria!” His fingers pull on my hair, hard enough that it stings a little but not enough to make me stop.
When cum slaloms the back of my throat, I almost, almost snort it up. But my god, the control I have over my body deserves a medal because I swallow instead.
Just.
My eyes are full-on watering, though, and his gasps of surprise and his guttural Latgalian curses cover up the fact that I’m wheezing.
When I release him, and with him panting like he just ran a marathon, I sense his glower.
Glad that it’s dark out, I smooth my finger over the corner of my mouth and hum.
Both his hands clench around the wheel as he pulls into a parking space.
“I didn’t want that for you,” he snaps when he cuts the engine.
“And I don’t want you to set me on some kind of pedestal either. I wanted to taste you. I wanted to do that for me.”
“Why?”
“Because sometimes I want you to treat me like a princess.” My cheeks flush. “And sometimes, I just want to be your—” I daren’t say “slut.” I know he’d respond badly to that. But fuck if I don’t want him to use me sometimes. “—woman.”
His shoulders sag. “Pchelka.”
“What? Was it bad?”
“No.” He rubs his eyes. “You’re perfect, so of course it was perfect too.”
A frown puckers my mouth. “So what’s the problem? I’m your wife.”
“You are.” That husky voice makes me squirm in my seat. “I’ve waited a long time for you,kotik. Just like your namesake, you’re a curious little thing.”
