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“Stop calling me that. I don’t know you, not that I want to.”
He chuckled, the deep velvet verve skating through me, goosebumps dancing along my arms. “Your body begs to differ.”
He dared, the motherfucker dared to press his hand between my legs, rubbing his finger against my wetness. A moan escaped my mouth, one so strangled that I knew he’d heard it. I shifted on his lap, another jolt of electricity searing my already crispy skin. He was enjoying this tremendously. If I ever saw him again, I would use my knife, providing more than just motivation of my own.
He kept to his word, cracking down one hard swat after another, the intensity increasing. I was drained, hopeless in his arms, my eyes swimming in bright colors. This just couldn’t be real. There was no chance a man I didn’t know was treating me like a child.
I couldn’t catch my breath, a strange warm feeling pooling in my stomach, the wetness between my legs increasing. With every brutal swat of his hand, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him, his heavy breathing like a drumbeat of passion.
When he stopped, I expected him to push me away, but he caressed my bottom several times, his fingers coming dangerously close to my swollen pussy. A few seconds later, he dumped me on the bed on my back before standing, looming over me like a dark vulture. I stared into his eyes, no longer able to think of any nasty remark, my thoughts drifting to evocative, kinky places in the darkness of my mind. A sly grin crossing his face, he yanked my legs to the edge of the bed, leaving them dangling.
I had no idea what he had planned, but at this point, I was no longer certain I cared. When he dropped to his knees, I gasped, my body tensing. The damn smirk remained as he yanked my dress up to my waist, releasing a deep, throaty sound. When he slipped his fingers under the thin strings of my thong, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. My God, the man was going to fuck me.
He slowly peeled the thin lace down my legs, removing the thong completely, leaving me completely exposed. The good girl side of me screamed inside my head to kick him away, fighting to maintain my dignity.
The bad girl side longed to beg him to drive his cock deep inside. As he slipped his arms under my legs, bending then pressing them firmly against the bed, I slapped my hand across my mouth, uncertain if I wanted to scream out in ecstasy or anger.
He didn’t seem to notice or care as he rolled his fingers down the insides of my thighs. It was strange that he’d said nothing, yet his command was evident just by the way he was touching me. I turned my head to the side, taking quick breaths, the feel of his fingers incredible even as the dangerous moment formed a strange series of visions in my mind.
The second he blew across my smooth pussy, I couldn’t hold back a moan. For all his power, his touch was tender, teasing me into relenting. I closed my eyes, the tingles dancing through my body shifting into electric shocks.
As his tongue tickled the inside of my leg, I felt my body jerking involuntarily, my heart racing so much the pulse slipped into my mouth. He took his time, sliding his fingers even closer to my wetness without breaching the barrier he intended on eventually crashing through. As he swirled a single finger around my clit for the first time, I was enthralled in the moment, incapable of thinking clearly.
“Ochen vlazhnyy. So wet.” His words were jumbled up with the electric pulses in my brain, barely registering until he rolled his finger up and down the length of my pussy.
“Oh.” The single word was little more than a whisper, but I sensed it encouraged him, giving him permission to devour me.
Within seconds, he no longer held back, sliding his tongue around my clit several times until the tender tissue was so sensitive I jerked from side to side. When he murmured other words in Russian, I drifted off, pretending as if I didn’t enjoy what he was doing.
But it was a lie.
In no rush, he swirled his tongue several more times before sucking on my clit. I bit down on my lower lip, barely able to contain my excitement. As he trailed his fingers down an inch at a time, finally slipping them past my swollen folds, nothing could have prevented the moans from escaping my mouth. He thrust his fingers deep inside, flexing them open immediately.
Breathing was all but impossible, the sinful moment one I’d remember for days, if not weeks, even if I should toss it aside. The way he dazzled my senses pushed me to the edge of sanity, his torments driving me crazy. As he started pumping his fingers, gingerly at first then with vigor, I found myself opening my legs even wider, offering myself to a complete stranger.
That had never been like me but the feeling of utter freedom, releasing from the tight confines of my identity and that of my family was exhilarating. He was masterful in his actions, licking up and down as if savoring the finest piece of chocolate or French vanilla ice cream. The thought brought a fit of giggles of embarrassment that I managed to shut down, yet my mind remained one sweet blur. This was a stolen moment in time never to be repeated.
As his actions became more aggressive, husky, dark growls filtering into the air, I could feel the first twinge of an oncoming orgasm. Scorching heat blazed through me as my mind continued to fall into a distant land. I couldn’t think or focus, only able to concentrate on the guttural sounds he made as well as the soft mews slipping past my lips. He became more aggressive, drilling his tongue so deep inside I was shocked. His fingers made a perfect orchestration, pushing me to the point of no return.
“Oh, my. I…” This time a nervous laugh escaped, giving away my approval. He responded by licking and sucking savagely, pushing me harder toward the sweet moment of nirvana. While I wasn’t a virgin, the limited experience I’d had with men had never resulted in the way I was feeling now, the sheer intensity of sensations or emotions. It was as if he knew everything about my body, when to push or pull back, when to drive me to the point of hopelessness.
As the climax rushed into me, I slammed my hands on the bed, clutching then ripping at the covers, thrashing my head back and forth. “Oh, yes. Oh. Yes!” Every ounce of breath was stolen as the single orgasm ripped into a second, or maybe it was one beautiful wave of deliciousness. I was stunned at the ferocity of my body’s reaction, the relentlessness of my desire consuming every ounce of common sense.
My sexy savior trailed kisses down one leg, dragging his tongue on the underside of the other, finally easing my legs together. I wanted to reach out to him, to beg him to continue, but that’s exactly what he wanted. I remained lost in the sweet bliss of ecstasy for several seconds, still unable to catch my breath.
“It would seem you appreciate my skills,” he said in that damn seductive voice of his. The tone held more urgency and I finally managed to focus enough to turn my head in his direction, watching in sheer horror as he collected my panties, shoving them into his pocket.
That was the moment I realized he’d just claimed a trophy. “Bastard.”
“For giving you a moment of rapture or for not continuing?”
Both. Damn him. Both.
I refused to respond as he offered his hand, giving me another one of his hard glares when I didn’t accept it immediately.
When I allowed him to help me onto my feet, he held my arms as if he was the only one who could prevent me from crumpling to the floor. That’s the very moment I was determined to hate him. He’d done this on purpose to highlight his dominance over me. It would be a memory I’d shove into the darkest reaches of my mind. Forever.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” he stated with the same smirk on his face, daring to lick his lips in front of me.
