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When his tongue slides against me, tracing a slow path from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit, I cry out. I can’t stop myself. It feels so fucking good, warm and hot against my needy flesh, every bit of what I fantasized about. I can feel him teasing me, flicking his tongue along the edges of my inner folds, sliding down to trace my entrance, pushing inside of me the tiniest bit as he laps up my arousal, groaning with pleasure at the taste of me.
All it does is drive my arousal even higher. I twitch beneath him, unable to stay still, arching against his mouth, and I hear him chuckle.
“So impatient.” His fingers brush against my inner thighs, as if trying to soothe me, to keep me still. “So needy. Is this what you want?”
His tongue flicks upwards, circling my clit, and I cry out again at the jolt of pleasure that bursts through me. “Ah, there it is. You like it when I lick you like this, don’t you? When I run my tongue over your clit?” He flicks it again, pushing his tongue against the swollen flesh, and I let out another gasping moan.
“I could tease you like this all night.” Another flick, circling this time, making me gasp. “I could push you to the very edge, again and again, until you begged me to come.” He makes another slow, lazy circle, and I struggle against his hold on my thighs, wanting more. “It could be so much fun–for us both.”
Oh god.I don’t think I can stand it. Under other circumstances, the idea of being edged to multiple denied orgasms before finally being allowed to come might have been a fantasy I’d be willing to entertain, but at this precise moment, I’m so desperate for a climax that the idea makes me feel as if I might go insane. I want to come, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to beg him for it, and I feel a growing fear that it’s what he wants.
I’ll have to do it, in the end, if he insists on it.And if he keeps this up, I won’t be able to stop myself.
It’s fucking torture. His tongue slides over my clit in slow, lazy circles that feel so fucking good, and yet not enough to bring me to the edge. I hear him chuckle again, his tongue tracing over my inner folds once more. Then I see his icy eyes roll upwards, fixed on mine exactly as I’d once fantasized, alone in my own bed.
“I think,” he says slowly, running his tongue over his lips as if to savor the taste of me. “We’ll save that for another time. I want tosee how hard I can make you come now–and I don’t think I want to wait.”
Oh, thank fuck.It’s the last thought I have before Mikhail presses his mouth tightly against my pussy, his tongue attacking my clit as if he’s determined to race to the finish, lashing it over the sensitive flesh until all I can do is writhe and moan, my fingers grasping at his hair in an effort to anchor myself. He holds me open wide, unable to close my thighs around his head, and I feel his lips press against my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh god–oh–fuck!” I scream so loudly that I’m sure everyone else in the building, from the penthouse to the first floor, must be able to hear me. The pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, the orgasm hitting me hard and fast, bursting through me until I feel as if I’m no longer in control. I can feel my arousal flooding his mouth, drenching his face, but he doesn’t stop. He’s still licking, sucking, stimulating my clit until I can feel the waves of pleasure peak and keep crashing, as if I’ll never stop coming.
I’ve never felt anything like it. I can feel my pussy clenching, hollow and aching to be filled. I’m grateful I can’t speak because if I could, I’m certain I’d beg him to fill me with his fingers, his cock, anything he could. The pleasure feels as if it doesn’t stop, going on and on until I’m finally collapsed on the couch, loose-limbed, and lost in a fog of satisfaction and desire. I feel him drag his tongue over my throbbing pussy in one last, long lick before he pulls back, wiping his mouth.
I see him reach for his glass through hazy vision, watch as he takes a long drink of his Manhattan, and then slowly, he sits to one side.
“Well, now, look what you’ve done.” His hand rubs over his thigh, pressing down on the fabric of his trousers, outlining the hard ridge of his cock. “I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as your sweet pussy, Ekaterina. And now, I need to come very badly.”
I don’t need him to explain further to know what he’s insinuating. A very small part of me wants to push, to make him explain, ask,beg, even–but something tells me that Mikhail isn’t the begging type. I can’t quite think of the kind of witty comment that might turn it into that sort of banter. I can’t seem to think at all, but I can feel the weight of his icy-blue gaze, the expectation of what comes next, and I slowly push myself up to a sitting position.
Mikhail spreads his legs, nodding to the space between them on the floor. “On your knees,dorogoy,” he murmurs, his accent thick and rich, and I nod, swallowing hard. I know what’s expected of me, what he’s paid for, and I remind myself that this is a job, business, that if I please him now, that he’ll want more later.
That this is my ticket to freedom.
That it has nothing,nothingto do with wanting to see what his cock looks like, how thick and hard and long he might be, how much I might want to tastehim, after what he just did to me.
Nothing at all.
Natalia
His hand strokes over my hair, and I feel myself leaning into the caress, my hands sliding up his thighs as his other hand goes to his belt. “Open your mouth for me,malen’kiy,” he murmurs, his fingers twitching at his zipper. “I want to see where I’m going to put my cock.”
He’s gone, in a moment, from devouring me to demanding things of me, but I’m not sure that I mind it. There’s something impossibly hot about what’s happening right now, me on my knees in my rumpled black chiffon dress, my lipstick a little smeared, and my thighs sticky with my release, this gorgeous and demanding man on the verge of getting his cock out as he orders me to suck it. Faintly, in the back of my mind, I can’t help but wonder what’s come over me–I would never have thought this would turn me on. But I can still feel my clit pulsing from the overwhelming orgasm, my body still humming with pleasure, and I know I’m looking at him with the same hunger that he looked at me with earlier.
“That’s right,sladkiy,” Mikhail groans as he tugs his zipper down, and I catch a glimpse of bare flesh as the fabric parts. “Youwant my cock, don’t you? I’ve been waiting for this moment, to see you wrap your pretty lips around it–”
His cock slips free, his fist wrapping around it as he watches my expression, stroking slowly, his fingertips teasing the sensitive flesh just beneath the tip, already pearling with pre-cum. “Is it bigger than you thought it would be?”
I nod, speechless, and it’s not a lie. He’shuge, both long and thick, big enough that I know it will be an effort to fit him into my mouth, much less down my throat. He might be the biggest I’ve seen, and I know he can see it on my face, from the satisfied smile that spreads over his.
“Open your mouth for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, and I obey, still not entirely understanding how this is turning me on. Something about the soft, firm demands strikes a chord in me, making me press my thighs together and shift as I lean forward, opening my mouth as he’d asked.
“God, yes. Warm and wet–” He strokes his hand down the length of his cock, spreading his legs a little wider so that I can kneel comfortably between them. “You can go slow,dorogoy. Learn to take it. But I want to feel your tongue on my cock, now.”
His voice is firm, sharper now, and I feel as if it’s tugging me forward, urging me to obey. I see a drop of pre-cum sliding down his shaft as he watches me, and without thinking, I lean forward, lapping it up with the tip of my tongue.
Mikhail shudders, his hand flexing as he pushes his cock down against my tongue. “Yes, just like that. You know how to suck cock, don’t you,krasotka?Show me how well you can suck this big cock.”
I lean forward, pressing my lips against the head of it. He tastes salty, and I flick my tongue out, catching another drop of his pre-cum as I roll my tongue against the soft flesh at the edge of the head, pressing it firmly there. I feel him shudder again, and when he lets go of his cock, reaching for my hand to replace it with his… I let him.
