Chapter 39
Her confidence evaporatesthe second I demand she gets on her knees. Silly girl. Liza shouldn’t be provoking a man like me unless she plans on seeing the game through.
I don’t make empty threats, and it’s time for her to see just how serious I am.
“I can see you’re nervous.” I run a thumb over her parted lips. “But you’re going to suck my cock and love it, do you understand?”
Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, and she nods. Then she does something completely unexpected. Her warm palm cups me firmly over my jeans.
Shit. The sensation is incredible.
Holding eye contact, she slowly undoes my belt and then moves on to undo my button and lower my fly.
“Take it out,” I instruct her in a hoarse voice.
Her hand slides into my boxer briefs, and she wraps her fingers around my shaft, giving me a firm stroke. Her touch is unsure, hesitant, like she’s just exploring, but my dick doesn’t care. Any contact with her body is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
“You feel good … smooth and warm.” She rubs her thumb over the head of my dick that’s slick with pre-cum.
There’s nothing I want more than to see her on her knees, my dick sliding between her perfect lips, but I also want her to want it, even if she’s going to pay for the way she teased me earlier.
Is she fucking serious wondering if Katerina is the woman of my dreams? The woman I’d consider marrying? Until I met Liza, marriage wasn’t even remotely in my plans. After seeing the horror of my parent’s union and considering the violence in my line of work, I was happy to opt out. But I happen to like the idea of my ring on Liza’s finger.
“It won’t take itself out,” I remind her.
Her hands tremble as she pulls down my jeans and boxer briefs, finally wrapping her elegant fingers around my straining erection. I hiss out a breath, unsure of how long I can last once she takes me in her mouth. I’m already so on edge.
Most women look delighted when they see what I”m packing below, but Liza doesn”t seem to share that enthusiasm, even if my size shouldn’t be a surprise to her.
“How am I going to get my mouth around this-this monster cock?”
I nearly choke with laughter. “I’m flattered you think I’m sporting a monster cock, but I promise it’s going to fit perfectly down your pretty throat, just like it fit in your pretty pussy. Now, I need you to listen to me.”
Her apprehensive gaze flicks to my face.
“You pushed me because you wanted a reaction. You wanted to see what happens when you challenge a man like me—a dangerous man. Well, milaya, this is what happens.”
She nods, and I step back from her to give myself a few strokes for her viewing pleasure. Her cheeks flame a scandalized pink—a reminder that this kind of intimacy is new to her. I don”t have it in me to ask what Anatoly did to her. It”ll just make me go ape-shit. All I can do is make sure she loves this enough to erase the scars of her past.
“First I want you naked, and then I want you on your knees.”
I don’t wait for her response before walking into the living room and settling down on the huge suede sectional. I pump myself a few times as I spread out like a king, watching to see what she’s going to do.
It’s too bad about dinner—the pasta must be limp in the sink and the mushroom sauce cold in the pan—but, fuck it, my dick can’t wait any longer.
Liza joins me in the living room, standing right in front of me. Her breaths are quick and shallow as her hands move towards the hem of her shirt. Goosebumps rise on her skin as the cool air meets her bare breasts. They’re a perfect handful with pretty pink-tipped nipples. I bought her clothes for the next few days, but I conveniently forgot to buy her bra and panties.
I run my tongue across my teeth, watching her closely as she hooks her thumbs around the waistband of her leggings, slowly pushing them down her thighs and letting them drop to the floor. She squirms as I take in the sight of her naked. Unlike the other night when it was dark, I can see everything now. My eyes roam over every inch of her, savoring the view.
A grunt of pleasure slips between my lips and I have to ease off stroking my dick if I don’t want to explode too soon. Which I don’t want to. The only way I’m going to come tonight is down her throat.
“Come here.” I point to the spot on the floor in front of me.
She looks unsure of herself as she lowers herself between my spread legs. My mouth waters in anticipation. She takes me in her hand once again and gives the head of my cock a little flick with her tongue like she’s not sure exactly what to do with it.
I run a rough hand down the side of her face. “Do you like how it tastes?”
Liza hums her assent, and I sit back and watch the show. As much as I want her to take me deep, I also want her to get comfortable.
As she sucks, her eyes gradually drift closed. She’s not moving up and down on my shaft but instead just cradling me in her mouth as her tongue works its magic.
“You’re doing so good,” I tell her. “You look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”
She opens her eyes, and I can see the gratitude shining back. Her body relaxes, surrendering to the sensation, cradled safely between my legs. Even though I told her this was payback for the way she pushed my buttons earlier, I want her to enjoy this as much as I will.
She becomes more brazen, licking me from root to tip as a soft hum of pleasure makes its way up my throat. I reach forward, capturing a nipple between my fingers and giving her breast a little squeeze as she continues to explore with long, deep licks.
“Wrap your lips around it, baby. I need to feel your hot mouth sucking me,” I encourage, stroking her cheek.
There”s newfound confidence in her gaze as she begins to run her tongue along the head before allowing my thick length into her sweet mouth. Fuck, I have no idea how I’m going to last if just the first few inches feel this good.
She looks up to gauge my response, and the view alone is nearly my undoing.
“You’re doing such a good fucking job. Now keep your eyes on me, and take me in a little deeper. That’s right.”
I cup the back of her head, applying the slightest amount of pressure, more as a guide than anything else. Whatever her past experience is, I don’t want it repeated with me.
She sucks me again, pulling me in deeper and taking more in her mouth every time she glides up and down. At the feel of her tits rubbing against my bare thighs and her throat closing around my thick length, my balls tighten with need.
My head falls back on the couch as I muffle a curse. “I don’t have it in me to be gentle anymore,” I rasp. “Can I use your mouth the way I need to?”
She holds my gaze for a few beats before nodding.
Thank fuck.
“Tap my thigh if I’m too rough.” I grab a fistful of her hair and buck up into her mouth. I rock into her with a gentle rhythm, sliding deeper and deeper between her lips with each thrust.
My grip on her hair keeps her in place as I slowly feed her inch by inch. Her eyes widen as she takes me further down her throat, determined to take me fully in.
When I push myself deep enough that it hits the back of her throat, she gags and pulls off my dick. She’s staring at me, eyes wide and a little glassy. The sick, twisted part of me hoped to see tears form in the corner of her eyes, but not like this.
My voice is strained when I”m finally able to speak. “Is this what he did to you?” I ask, even though the answer will make me want to commit murder. “Was he too rough? Did he make you gag?”
She takes a shuddering breath. “All of that. I just hate how he smells, how he tastes.”
Ice courses through my veins because even after all of that, she’s still willing to marry him. I know she has her reasons, but I don’t care what they are. She’ll marry Anatoly over my dead body.
I run my hand softly down her hair and across her face, watching her closely to see how she reacts. Her breathing steadies, and her body gradually relaxes.
“I want to do this with you,” she declares, her eyes brimming with emotion. ”It feels different, and I want to overwrite the memories of... Can you teach me, show me what you enjoy? Don’t treat me with kid gloves.”
Her words turn me inside out, but I’ll see it through for her.
“If this is what you want, milaya, I’ll give you anything you want. Promise you’ll let me know if it gets to be too much.”
She nods solemnly.
“Good. Because you’re going to stay right there on your knees and finish what you started. Understand?”
She gives me a small smile, and I reward her with a kiss on the head. I can tell how much she wants to please me. My breath escapes in a sharp hiss as she takes me back in her mouth.
I tuck a silky strand of her hair behind her ears. “Relax your throat, and breathe through your nose. Can you do that for me?”
Even with her mouth full of my cock, she gives a little nod, her half-lidded gaze firmly on me.
I rest my head against the couch and allow her time to get back into a rhythm. She takes me in deeper, dragging air in through her nose. The suction from her hot mouth and her hand gripping the base of my cock… Everything works together to drag me to the edge.
I’m barely hanging on. I’m going to come in her mouth, and she’s going to fucking love it.
“Look at me, Liza.”
When she does, I can see a newfound confidence in her expression.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, and I need you to swallow down every drop.”
She nods as a bolt of white-hot pleasure streaks down my spine and I erupt in her mouth.
It can’t be easy swallowing my full load down, but she does her best. Her throat works hard, even as a little cum leaks out the side of her mouth. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t lose eye contact with me. The raw, hungry expression she wears might be the best compliment I’ve ever received.
When she finally pulls off of me, I don’t waste a minute before I gather her in my arms and cradle her against my chest. “Was that okay for you?”
“It was a lot, but yeah.” A smile breaks out on her beautiful face. “I liked it,” she says, almost shyly.
I press my mouth to hers, my tongue working between her lips. She tastes amazing, or maybe I just think so because I can taste myself. That thought alone nearly makes me hard again.
My lips work their way down her throat and neck. She buries her hands in my hair as I suck and nip at her breasts. My dick should be thoroughly spent by now, but as she grinds on my lap, my erection makes a reappearance.
I grab her hips to still her. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life,” I tell her. “You, naked on your knees… Absolute perfection. Even if you were a brat earlier.” I smack her ass.
She yelps before fixing me with a stern glare. “Watch yourself, or that’ll be the first and last blowjob you get from me.”
“Is that so?”
I cup her between the legs, chuckling as her eyes go wide and hazy, and a shiver works down her spine. She’s so damn responsive.
“Well, I think it’s time I ate my dinner,” I tell her.
She turns towards the kitchen, but I shake my head.
“Not that. I think I’ll skip straight ahead to dessert.”
I slink down on the couch, lift her with two hands, and slam her down on my face, a thigh on either side of me.
It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m hungry for her and eager to reward her after sucking me so good.
I don’t waste time. I pull her clit into my mouth, giving it long, hard pulls.
“Shit, Roman, this is… Oh my God, is it supposed to feel this fucking good?”
Only when it’s done right. I don’t say as much because I’m rolling her clit between my lips.
She bucks her hips against my mouth, chasing her pleasure, and I want to applaud how fast she”s unlocked her desires. I want to know everything about her. Every single fucking thing, beyond what gets her pussy wet. I want to please her. I want to protect her.
I want to make her happy.
She grips a fistful of my hair as I tongue-fuck her hole to give her clit a break. As the pleasure overtakes, she can’t hold herself up any longer. I take advantage, wrapping my arm around her hip and grinding her down onto my face. Her legs squeeze around me before her release makes her body go taut.
She cries out, soaking my mouth with her cum. I lap up every drop of her pleasure even as her orgasm fades, dropping gentle kisses everywhere but on her clit, which is too sensitive to take any more sensation.
When she’s spent and sated and can barely move on her own, I scoop her up in my arms and draw a bath for her. She smiles up at me and nuzzles into my chest before I lower both of us in the warm water.
It’s all the proof in the world I need that she belongs to me.