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My hands are in his hair, soft, thick silk. The touch of him grounds me as I’m pushed into orbit. Deeper, then out, sucking my clit then gone too fast. It isn’t until I’m a mindless wreck he finally sucks deep on my clit, sending me straight off the edge of the world.
I watch as he squeezes his cock through his pants. I’m boneless, but I say it anyway. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
He closes his eyes as he shakes his head. “I already ruined your makeup with your tears you cried begging for your orgasm. Which is good, it was too heavy again. But if I fuck your mouth I won’t keep my hands out of your hair, and you’ll have to do it all over again. I need to change anyway. I’ll handle it then we’ll go.”
Why the hell is my mouth watering, what is that? “I want to watch you touch yourself,” I pant. “Please.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters. But he gives me what I ask for. I blink and his cock is out. God, even in his large hand it appears massive—his hand not wrapping completely around it. He strokes down then up over the slit, capturing the glistening precome and using it jack himself. “You love my cock, don’t you,malyshka?”
All I can do is nod, sucking my bottom lip. I don’t even notice I’ve bitten it until I taste blood.
“Tell me why you love it,” Milos croons low, his Russian accent roughening the words.
“You’re so thick it feels like there isn’t a part of me you don’t touch. I love how hot you are, burning yourself into me. What I love most is how it feels when you come inside me, leaving a part of yourself inside me. I love your cock, Milos. Please let me taste you.”
Up, then down, slow, then fast, he’s stroking himself the same way he went down on me, building slowly toward his orgasm. So fucking hot. Milos Levin, tall, powerfully built, gorgeous, is on his knees stroking his cock instead of fucking me or my throat the way I’m begging him to. Beautiful face straining as he fights for control, Milos on his knees is all wrong to me.
“Be my good girl,kotyonok. Keep your legs open so I can see your cunt. I want to watch your come and juices flow down to your ass. I love your cunt. The taste of you, how fucking tight you are when you grip my cock to keep me inside you. I don’t know how I keep from coming.” His accent curls around the words as his hand tightens around the base of his cock.
I open my legs wide, unable to keep my fingers from slipping inside me, wishing it was his cock. It’s been so long since I did this. If it wasn’t Milos I didn’t want anything.
He growls, spurring me on. “That’s my good girl, sofuckinggood.”
Those words go straight to my core. “I want you inside me.”
As his head goes back, his eyes close, and his throat works, I’ve never seen him more beautiful. He snaps his head back up, our eyes meet and I’m consumed in fire.
“I need you to come, baby. Come for me. I need to see you fall apart and glow from your climax.” It’s an order, in Russian. “Light up my world.”
There are no words. All I can do is nod as I send my fingers over my clit and rub. I blink and I can’t open my eyes, sinking down into the pleasure.
“I’m going to come,kotyonok.” It’s a warning.
“Please, in my mouth,” I beg.
I open my mouth wide. He gives it to me, pressing his thick cock into my mouth, over my tongue. I swallow all of him, sucking deep. Ever the perfect lover, he slides his thumb over my clit, sending me into another orgasm with him.
Milos catches me behind my neck, pulling me up to him. The press of his lips against mine isn’t nearly enough. “Perfect.”
Gently, he lays me back on the sofa. “I’ll be ten minutes.”
It’s a little embarrassing it takes so long for me to be able to sit up. And it’s only because I hear Milos coming back. Damn, he’s jumped into the shower and dressed, wearing a white shirt beneath his black tie and black suit. He’s carrying something in his hand. In a deft movement he’s down on his knees in front of me again. Panties, he’s running them over my feet then up my legs.
I lean on his shoulder to get up as he slides them over my ass. I’m not surprised by the smack he gives my cheeks. “You always wear panties.” It’s a command.
“Yes, Milos. As long as you always wear all black.” I run a hand over his chest. “You aren’t my Milos, with this white shirt.”
A masculine hum of approval goes through him. “I’ll change, while you clean off your makeup.”
I follow him into the bedroom.
Celia
The restaurant isan exclusive steak and seafood one I’ve always wanted to try. When we walk through the door, we’re fawned over and I’m finding it hard to act like it’s not a big deal.
Once we’ve selected our dinner, Milos sets a new phone on the table. “How did you know?”
A tug of his lips. “You don’t really want to know how.”
