Chapter 12 #2
A groan leaves her, and that’s all the permission I need.
I curl my finger inside her tight cunt and thrust harder, following every gasp until her cries sharpen.
I might never have touched a woman before, but I’ve seen enough inside Rzvrt, the sex club my brothers and I own, to know exactly what brings one to the edge.
My jaw grinds as the desire to kiss her becomes unbearable.
So instead, I drop to my knees, intending to kiss another pair of lips that I know will taste just as sweet.
I lift her dress up until it gathers around her waist and stare up at her, those big eyes glazed as she takes me in.
And when she starts undoing the zipper at her side, my body goes unnaturally still.
V kogo ona menya prevratila? Who has she turned me into?
She keeps her gaze on mine as she peels the dress down, freeing her perfect tits, pink nipples pebbled and begging for my touch, my mouth.
Blyat. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want her.
When I stare a little too long, she takes my wrist and presses my palm to one breast. A growl rips out of me as I take in the perfect handful, then reach for the other, pinching her nipple until she groans and gyrates her hips.
For me.
She arches closer, offering herself to me, and every rational thought disappears. Her fingers slip between her thighs as she begins touching herself, and all I can do is watch like a fucking idiot, my erection rock hard and throbbing to feel her wrapped around it.
I catch her leg and hook it over my shoulder, spreading her pussy open as her fingers ease inside. My pulse hammers while I watch, desperate to taste her, to touch her, to own every filthy inch.
“Anton,” she gasps, rubbing herself.
The instant my name leaves her mouth, it’s game over. I knock her hand aside and replace it with my mouth, sucking her clit between my lips as her fist knots in my hair.
“Yes, oh God. That’s it. Just like that.”
I work my tongue over her while pushing two fingers into her soaked cunt, curling them deep as I suck harder. She’s so fucking wet, and knowing it’s all for me makes something savage take over.
The harder I thrust into her, the more she begs, her body trembling as I bring her closer to the edge. I want her ruined, limp, and unable to speak, too lost in everything I’m giving her.
Her eyes find mine, her lips quivering. “Don’t stop…please.”
My grunt vibrates against her pussy as I hold her stare and circle my tongue faster.
Each desperate sound she makes feeds the need clawing through me until wanting her becomes an obsession.
Her grip tightens in my hair, and when I drag my mouth over her again, her entire body convulses as a broken cry tears from her.
“Fuck! Yes, yes!”
Her head falls back, ragged whimpers spilling from her as her cunt pulses against my tongue and her release floods my mouth. She tastes so fucking good, I never want it to end.
My grip closes around my cock through my pants, stroking hard while I keep my mouth on her and take everything she gives me until her body sags. She jolts when my tongue circles her clit again, still too sensitive from coming.
“That was…” The word barely makes it past her, and satisfaction hooks one corner of my mouth.
“That was what?” I lower her leg with care and rise to my feet.
“Incredible.” A breathless laugh escapes her. “And very unexpected, but I won’t complain if you decide to do it again.”
A teasing smile touches her lips.
“I’ll think about it.”
She rolls her eyes and giggles, and my gaze drags over her, my hard-on reminding me she’s still wet, naked, and completely within reach.
I shouldn’t even be considering this. Sex complicates things. I’ve seen it happen with my brothers. Watched it turn smart men reckless and obsessed, willing to burn down entire cities for women they swore meant nothing to them.
But right now, my logical side is the last thing I want to listen to.
She must hear every thought because she hooks an arm around my neck and pulls me closer, her other hand gripping my cock through my pants before slipping beneath the waistband. The instant her bare fingers close around me, a rough sound tears from my chest.
“What are you doing?”
Her lips quirk. “Thanking you.”
“I don’t need you to—”
But the rest of the words die out when she flips me around and drops to her knees, pulling my pants down.
“Don’t need what?” She drags her tongue from root to tip, and my grip stiffens painfully against the edge of the counter before my knees threaten to give.
I’ve never felt anything better than this.
“Forget what I said.” I fist her hair. “You just keep doing that, detka.”
She laughs and licks me again, circling the crown with her tongue until stars burst behind my eyes.
How the hell am I supposed to come back from this?
The instant her lips close around my cock, every thought disappears beneath the wet suction of her mouth and the firm grip of her hand around my balls.
How many men has she touched like this? How many men have made her come for them?
A sense of rage coils through me, but I shove it down. Doesn’t matter who she’s been with. This is just sex. A onetime experience that I was lacking, nothing more.
Except now that I know what she tastes like, what it’s like to have her mouth wrapped around my dick, once will never be enough. I already need it again.
With her. Only her.
Blyat, this is a fucking disaster.
She sucks me deeper, her moans pulsating down my length as she gags and takes all of me.
I’ve never heard anything so beautiful in my life.
Her lips drag up my length before sinking back down, her tongue tracing the same path as she bobs her head.
She holds my stare while I clutch the back of her head, unable to look anywhere but at her.
Instinct forces me to push her head deeper, holding her there with my cock rammed against the back of her throat until her eyes water.
“Good girl. Take all of it,” I rumble when she chokes around me again.
Since I’m such a nice guy, I ease my grip enough to let her breathe. Instead, she swallows me to the root, sending a violent shudder down my spine as my cock twitches inside her mouth.
“Fuck. That’s it. Suck me.”
The filthier I get, the more she wants it. She works me faster, rubbing herself at the same time.
“You need to come again?” I grit out, hating that she’s touching herself when I want to be the one who gives it to her.
She nods, flattening her tongue against my cock as she licks every inch.
Blyat. I can’t let her do this to another man. I’ll kill him before he gets close enough to find out what her mouth feels like.
Murder has never required much persuasion for me, but jealousy would make it effortless.
Her fingers tug my balls, and I come down her throat with a harsh grunt, holding her mouth at the base of my cock while she swallows every drop.
“Mine.” The word tears from me in a low growl. “You’re mine.”
I don’t know where the hell that came from, but a man should probably question everything leaving his mouth while he’s coming down a pretty woman’s throat.
Her whimper vibrates around my cock, dragging another shudder through me. My fist remains tangled in her hair as I keep her close until the last pulse passes, watching her swallow everything without pulling away even once.
The pleasure slowly recedes, leaving me trying to understand what the fuck just happened. I ease her back, and when I look down, she’s still on her knees, staring up at me with swollen lips and satisfaction written across her face.
Devil woman.