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“Take your time. Remember how it felt on your back,” he murmurs, gathering my hair into a ponytail with his hand.
I lift my chin a little so he hits the same spot as his fingers did, and it’s much easier. After a few careful movements, he starts thrusting deeper, taking charge of what’s happening.
“You’re so fucking beautiful with your lips around my cock,” he whispers, and his words of praise twine through me.
I’m fixated on all the little sounds he’s making, and my core starts to ache with envy over what he’s doing to my mouth. His breathing grows heavier, and I feel him swell against my lips.
“I need to fucking stop. I don’t want to stop,” he groans.
Why would he want to stop? It sounds like he’s having the time of his life.
“Take your panties off.Quickly.”
I’m confused, but I do as he asks, keeping him in my mouth while I reach under my dress and draw my underwear down my legs.
“Don’t swallow,” he growls. “Not a drop. Don’t you fucking dare.”
I have no idea why this is so important to him, but I’m curious to see what he does next. My hands are splayed on his belly and I can feel his muscles clenching harder and harder. At the same time, his grip on my ponytail becomes ferocious as he steadily fucks my mouth. My eyes are closed. I love this so much. The feel of him filling my mouth. Taking his pleasure.
A moment later, he gasps and his rhythm stutters. Warm liquid that tastes like Uncle Kristian’s scent floods my mouth and my eyes open wide in surprise. There’s more than I thought there would be, and I nearly swallow automatically before he draws his cock out of my mouth, hunkers down on his heels before me, and grabs my throat.
“Give it to me. In my mouth,” he bites out, his eyes burning, before kissing me hard.
He wants his cum back? I part my lips and let it flow into his mouth. He gathers it up with his tongue, sweeping his seed from every corner of his mouth. With his lips tightly closed, he grasps my waist, pushes me back on the sofa and spreads my legs.
He pushes both forefingers into my sex and pulls me open as much as he can, spitting his cum in a long stream straight into me.
“Uncle Kristian?” I say, hands gripping the sofa and staring at him in shock.
He gathers his saliva and cum on his tongue and spits a second time, and I feel it land on my inner lips. Drawing his fingers out, he carefully pushes the warm liquid inside me, so intent on scooping every stray drop into my pussy, and doesn’t look up. “Yes, princess?”
“What are you doing?”
He smirks a little, his white-blond hair falling into his eyes. “Me? Don’t worry about me. You just lie there like a good girl.”
I know what he’s doing. He wanted to come in my mouth, but he didn’t want to miss an opportunity to fill me up. A swift, hot pang goes through me at the thought. “You’re obsessed.”
He smiles wider, holding me in place with his hands on my thighs. There’s no point even trying to get up for the next few minutes because he won’t let me.
“Hungry? I’m starving. Let’s order takeout.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts scrolling through an app, one hand still gripping my thigh and keeping me on my back. He keeps his weight on me in a way that says,Don’t you dare try to get up until I say so.
I let my head fall back onto the sofa with an exasperated sigh as he asks whether I prefer dumplings or ramen.
“Is this what people call a kink, or are you seriously trying to get me pregnant? Or is it both?”
He raises one eyebrow at me, and the look in his eyes is devilish. Whatever is going on in his villainous mind, he’s not going to tell me. My core is still aching, so apparently being filled with his cum and then held down is a kink, and I’ve got it.
“I want dumplings,” I tell him. “And then you owe me an orgasm.”
“Anything for my princess,” he murmurs, tapping on his phone with his thumb.
12
Zenya
Lana’s sweet sixteenth birthday party is at home on a Friday night. The house is filled with family and friends and children are running everywhere. My heart bursts with happiness because it reminds me of the parties we used to throw before Chessa died and Uncle Kristian was banished. Before the house grew cold and silent and filled with sickness and tears.
It’s taken me all day to decorate the house, welcome the caterers and help them set up the food and drinks, and get myself ready. Eleanor’s been here all day helping as well, only driving home briefly to change into a blouse and skirt and do her makeup.
