AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I moaned under my breath, leaning towards his cock as if it had its own gravitational pull and opening my lips. It jerked right in front of my eyes, making me whimper as I finally took the head inside my mouth.
He seemed so much bigger up close like this, and that only made the knowledge that it was going inside my ass very soon that much more ominous. He sighed with pleasure as I wrapped my lips around the head, and the sound made my pussy clench hard.
I swirled my tongue around the tip, earning another groan from him, and that just fueled me on.
Maybe, just maybe, I could make this good enough for him that he would forget about his plan to take my ass. If I tried hard enough, I could make him come in my mouth and tire him out so that he didn’t have the stamina to do much else.
Even if he still wanted to take me in such a shameful way, maybe he would be gentle after all.
Did I even want gentle, though?
I started to show him my enthusiasm with my mouth, working up and down his shaft with vigorous intent. I slowly took him deeper on my tongue, raising my gaze and meeting his.
Down here on my knees with his cock in my mouth, I’d never felt more powerful in my life.
The more enthusiasm I showed him, the more his pleasure radiated from his every fiber. His vivid desire only fueled me to try harder, and soon enough, his cock was pressing against the back of my throat. I moaned and swirled my tongue around his thick length, ignoring the way my lips and my cheeks were becoming increasingly achy. If I didn’t please him with my mouth, my asshole was going to be much sorer than either of those places.
My muscles tensed, and when the head of his cock brushed against the back of my throat, I gagged. His hand slid across my shoulder and fisted in the hair at the back of my scalp. Pain sliced through me like a hot knife through butter and I cried out, but he simply pulled my head back enough for me to get myself back under control.
I swallowed past my temperamental reflex, and he slowly pushed back in.
My clit throbbed, my needy pussy screaming for attention.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Take my cock down that perfect little throat.”
He slowly took control, guiding his cock into my mouth with patient yet demanding intent. I suckled him while keeping my eyes locked on his, taking what he gave me in stride. He forced me to take him a bit deeper each time, but he’d pull back every time that I started to gag until I learned to swallow around the head enough to suppress the reflex almost entirely.
I suckled harder as he pushed past the barrier at the back of my throat, taking him as deep inside me as I possibly could. My cheeks burned, stretched wide open, and my eyes started to water, but I kept going, fueled by his seductive groans that exposed just how close he was getting to his own release.
Then, without really thinking it through, I bared my teeth and lightly dragged them up the length of his cock. His eyes opened wide and jerked down to me.
I knelt before him, feeling like a queen bringing her king to his knees.
His eyes narrowed, recognizing my challenge, and then he smirked the tiniest bit. He didn’t reach out to punish me. There was no retaliation in that moment, but we both knew he would remind me of my place in a very short while. There was incredible power in recognizing that I wanted that, too. In a way, it was like my own rebirth, not only as Sergei’s wife, but as his queen.
I suckled him harder, pulling back my teeth and giving it my all. His thighs started to shake as he threw his head back, groaning as his cock began to pulse in my mouth. I took him all the way down my throat without his help and he roared as the first spurts of his seed burst into me. I swallowed around him, keeping my eyes on his as he faced me.
This was power in the rawest sense.
I swallowed every drop, and when he was done, I took my time and licked up the length of it, making sure I missed nothing, and the darkness in his eyes grew almost black with need. His fist loosened at the back of my scalp, allowing me to pull away a little. He stared down at me like he was seeing a new person, and I smiled in return. I lifted my chin and pulled my shoulders back.
The only thing missing in that moment was my crown.
He didn’t say anything, but I knew he understood. To everyone else in the world, he would be the more powerful figure between the two of us, the one who directed a terrifyingly influential Russian organized crime family, the one who pulled the trigger if he had to, and I would be the demure, pretty wife. But all that was turned on its head in the privacy of our own bedroom, at least on occasion.
I knew that he would give up everything for me if he had to. He would sacrifice the world to keep me.
On the surface, he was bigger and stronger than me. I was nearly a third of his size. He could have forced me on my back on our wedding night and taken everything from me, destroying me in the process, but he hadn’t.
Instead, he’d waited for me to be ready.
I stood up, placing my hands on his shoulders and squeezing them in silence. He looked up at me with ravenous heat and ruthless respect.
He knew that with me, he’d met his match.
I glanced down at his cock, watching it harden once again before my eyes. I reached down, sliding the side of my finger against the soft velvet of his flesh.
I knew that if I told him I didn’t want this right now, he would never force me.
