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“I don’t give afuckwhat Grisha did,” Levin growls. “But if you’ve got the taste of him in your mouth, I want it out.”
His lips come down hard on mine again, and one of his hands lets go of my arm, sliding down my body as he fumbles with my skirt. I can feel his shuddering intake of breath as his fingers find the edge of my panties, pushing eagerly beneath the edge of them, and he groans again as he finds out how instantly wet I am for him, from the moment his lips touched mine.
“Bladya,Lidiya–”
“Levin–” I gasp his name against his mouth, my entire body suddenly tight with need, aching. “Please–”
“Do you want me to make you come,malysh?” That endearment again, murmured against my lips. “Do you want my fingers inside of you? Do you want to feel me instead of him?”
“Yes. Yes, please.” There’s no hesitation, no point in pretending otherwise. I’m desperate for him, desperate to write over the memory of a few minutes ago, desperate for other hands on my body. I reach for his zipper, instantly feeling the thick, hard ridge of his cock under my hand, and I squeeze him lightly as I start to tug the zipper down.
“Lidiya, no–”
“I want you in my mouth.” I swallow hard, rubbing my hand over his cock, feeling it throb through his jeans. “I want to suck you off while your fingers are in me, while you make me come. Please, Levin–”
“Fuck.”He runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head back as his fingers move beneath my panties, teasing me. “How do you expect me to say no, when you beg for my cock like that?”
“I expect you to say yes,” I breathe as I pull his zipper down, my hand slipping inside to find the hot, straining flesh of his cock, and I tug it out, lowering my head to press my lips against the swollen head.
“Oh, fuckinghell,” Levin groans, and I feel his fingers slide lower, pressing against my entrance as I wrap my lips around his cockhead, teasing beneath it with my tongue. “Fuck yes, Lidiya,fuck–”
His fingers fight to get deeper, underneath the edge of my panties, and I hear his growl of frustration in the instant before I feel his hand tighten around them–and then suddenly they’re torn, ripped away from me as I feel a rush of cool air against my drenched pussy, and then suddenly two of Levin’s fingers are inside of me, deep and thrusting, and I cry out around his cock.
“That’s better,” he growls, his fingers curling as I slide down his cock, rubbing against my most sensitive spots as I struggle to get my lips all the way around him. “Fuck, Lidiya, you’re so wet for me. So hot and tight–”
I want to tell him he can fuck me. I want to tell him to find out just how tight I feel around his cock, to pick me up and set me down on it, fuck me right here in the car while I scream his name. I’ve never beenthiswanton, never felt so desperately aroused before, but I want him.
I also know that’s going a step too far.
His other hand runs through my hair as I slide my lips down his cock, sucking and licking as I hear him groan above me. “Reach down and rub your clit while I finger you, Lidiya,” he murmurs. “I want you touching yourself while I make you come with my cock down your throat.”
His filthy, accented words drive me even higher, even closer to the edge as my back arches, pushing back on his thrusting fingers, my own hand fumbling beneath me to find my slick, aching clit as I take him all the way into the back of my throat, choking on his cock as I come up again.
“God, that’s so fucking good–”
It is. It feelssofucking good, his fingers better than most cocks I’ve had, combined with the lewd rush of touching myself for him, my fingers circling my clit in the perfect rhythm as he thrusts his inside of me, and when he pushes a third inside, I moan helplessly around his cock.
“Are you going to swallow my cum like a good girl? Are you going to drench my fucking hand while you do,krastoka?”
I nod, unwilling to stop sucking him for even a moment to answer. He feels good, filling up my mouth, stretching my lips as I slide up, sucking on the head as I tease the underside with my tongue and then go back down again, feeling almost desperate to taste his cum. I can taste some of it already, slick against my tongue as I go all the way down again, and Levin lets out a gasping moan, his fingers pushing as deeply as they can go inside of me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come soon–fuck–”
I know he is. I can feel him hardening, throbbing, feel the rush of pre-cum over my tongue, and I’m on the edge too. I ride his hand, thrusting backwards against every shove of his fingers inside of me, my own fingers rubbing my clit hard and fast, and I feel my entire body tightening on the verge of climax as he swells in my mouth, and I hear him groan above me, his hand tightening in my hair as the first hot rush of his cum spurts over my tongue.
“Oh god, Lidiya,fuck, fuck–”
I come apart at the seams. I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard in my life, my vision swimming as I take as much of his cock as I can, his cum filling my mouth and spurting down my throat as I swallow, my own body convulsing with pleasure as I feel my arousal drenching Levin’s hand, my clit throbbing under my fingers, both of us coming together in a tidal wave of pleasure that makes me feel as if I’m drowning in it. As if I could die from how fucking good it feels.
I don’t stop until I know he’s finished coming. I rub my tongue over the underside of his cock, and he shudders, his fingers gently slipping under my chin to urge my mouth off of his cock. “It’s too much,” he murmurs, and I clench around the fingers that are still inside of me, reluctant to lose his touch as he slips his hand out from between my thighs.
I feel almost shy as I sit back, fixing my skirt as Levin tucks himself back into his jeans, zipping up his fly. His skin is flushed, his chest heaving, and as he glances over at me, he grins, lifting his hand to his mouth as he licks away the glistening arousal still clinging to his fingers.
“You taste delicious,” he murmurs. “If it weren’t so risky, I’d lay this seat back and pull you onto my face right now, just so I could taste how hard I made you come.”
The shiver that goes through me is palpable. “I didn’t mean to–” I whisper, swallowing hard, remembering too late that we’re not supposed to be doing this. That the more we dothis, the harder everything will be in the end.
“You didn’t do anything,” Levin says gently–more gently than I’m accustomed to him speaking. “If that was anyone’s fault, it was mine.”
