CHAPTER 28
Zinovy
My Petal, on her knees with my cock tucked behind her slick pink lips is a revelation. I let her have her fun, kissing and licking along my shaft and around the head, every slurp and happy hum making my balls draw tighter to my body.
“You need to do more than play with it if you want a proper introduction. Suck me into that mouth, little bird, and apply yourself to pleasing me. Then it will be my turn.” Just envisioning the way I will feast at her cunt has a hot surge of cum spraying over her lips and chin.
The surprise burst of my seed coupled with my command has her redoubling her efforts, her mouth fitting around my girth and pushing toward my groin with determination.
I let her set the pace, learning her comfort depth without permitting my hips to push forward, until I feel the muscles of her throat ripple as she swallows me.
My need to come is painful, stinging nettles of pleasure pricking my skin all over.
Still, I loosen the hand tangled in her hair and gently cup her jaw.
The suction of her mouth as she pulls off me before the tight wrap of her lips and the milking stroke of her tongue along the vein on the underside is nearly my undoing.
I must not allow my beastly nature to take over.
She is not ready to have her face fucked as would surely happen if my control splinters even the slightest bit.
“I will come soon, malyshka. Are you going to swallow my seed or shall I paint it over your lovely little breasts?” Either result will please me. I am equally enamored with the idea of my hot cum warming her belly as I would be seeing the pearlescent streaks of it adorning her perfect tits.
Her suction increases at my question, one of her hands circling the base of my shaft to milk at me with her firm grip, the other cradling my balls.
She rolls them gently before tugging them away from my body, the pulling sensation tapping them like a keg and sending cum throttling painfully out of me.
She swallows each throbbing release with ease, her eyes closing as she focuses on the task.
She purrs and gulps, sucking every drop from me until I am drained and slumping against the counter behind me.
Petal leans back, my spent cock slipping free of her mouth, a shimmering string of spit and cum sparkling in the overhead kitchen light where it still connects our bodies.
I thumb a smear that’s dribbled from the corner of her lip and press it into her mouth, and she suctions around it as if she’s still hungry for every tiny bit of me.
Her satisfied smirk when she looks up at me has my dick trying to rally, her confidence an irresistible turn on.
“I did good?” she asks, the question rhetorical, considering my still heaving chest.
I nod, then scoop her from the floor, damaged hand be damned. I toe off my leather brogues, kick away my slacks, and carry her from the kitchen. My only goal is getting her horizontal and under me.
“Wait! Zinovy, wait!” Her startled cry jars me to a stop, but I refuse to let her out of my arms now that she’s in them.
“Your hand. At least, grab some ice!” I don’t need it, truly, but if it makes her happy to provide this care to me, I will allow it.
I turn around, my socks making it easier though they will most definitely have to come off before things go any further.
Because socks while fucking is just wrong on every level and I refuse.
She reaches into the freezer from her bridal-style perch in my arms and grabs one of several ice pack.
Once again, I am thankful I tasked Alevtina with preparing this place for my bride as part of her employment.
As the wife of one of my men, she really took to heart what the wife of the Pakhan’s avtoritet would need.
Now that I have removed my Petal from Dino-Mite, perhaps I will see if Alevtina would prefer working here as a house manager for Petal.
I shake my head, the thought of anyone else, while I have my little bird in my arms, an intolerable annoyance.
Still carrying Petal, I return to my original goal.
Getting horizontal. Now. The sofa is closest, but I want the space to truly feast and fuck her into oblivion, so I bypass the living room and head for the stairs.
“This has to be hurting your hand, Zinovy. There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere—”
She may not be in a rush, but I have been waiting to plant myself so deeply inside her body she forgets a time when she didn’t feel the ghost of me thrusting inside her.
“Forget about the hand. It means nothing. I will have you now, my Petal. No more waiting.” Already, my cock is near to fully stiffened, refractory period be damned.
I stand Petal next to the bed and reach down to yank off my socks.
She giggles at me, and I find myself smiling in response.
When has sex ever been a time for laughter and smiles?
Since Petal, I realize. More than being the subject of an unquenchable obsession, she has turned out to be everything missing from my life. Purpose. Meaning. Pleasure.
She’s still laughing when I pick her up again and toss her back into the pillowy mattress. Her giggles disappear as I climb up and prowl over her, replaced by anticipation and hunger. Her pupils have dilated, and her cheeks are flushed with arousal.
“No more waiting.”
She nods and relaxes on the bed, giving me full access.
I should have taken off her clothes first, but I can’t bring myself to regret the opportunity to unwrap her from the pajamas she’d been sleeping in when I woke her.
The shorts look like men’s boxers, but I know they are only designed that way.
I would never permit another man’s clothing to touch me Petal.
No, these were selected by my hand, purchased new because I knew she would delight in the happy cartoon print dancing over the soft cotton.
Adorable as they may be, they must go. I tug them down her curvy legs, marveling at the firm tone of muscle I know she earned from mile upon mile of walking to get to and from her job.
I kneel at her feet to finish removing her shorts and watch her scissor her legs restlessly. I love her impatience.
“You’re supposed to be icing that hand,” she admonishes me. I hear the reluctance in her reminder, and I know she doesn’t actually want me to stop.
I ignore her scolding and work my way up her legs, stroking and kissing her smooth skin until I reach the apex where her thigh meets her torso.
The hollow curve that feeds into the dip of her hipbone is impossible to overlook, so I spend time moving from one side to the other, nipping and licking the sweet, tender skin.
“Later, my Petal. I will ice my hand later. Now is my turn to devour this luscious pussy, these delectable tits.”
Her writhing has the thin cotton tank she wears riding up under the firm little swells of her breasts. I grab the neckline and pull it low until they pop free, the hemline keeping them plumped up on her chest, despite her lying on her back.
One day, I will press them together with my hands and slide my dick in the tunnel between them. But right now, I settle for lavishing them each with attention from my fingers, lips, and teeth until my beard has turned her skin pink and her nipples are furled so tight they stab into my palms.
“I am going to eat you now, moya malen’kaya pitschka. Then you are going to ride me so I can watch you fall apart on the last cock you will ever know.”
My demand makes her greedy, and she arches her back to press those hard nipples into my hands, begging wordlessly for them to be plucked and suckled.
I comply, leaving each one in turn with a slurping pop on my way down her belly to the pussy that’s got me so enthralled I can barely function for want of it.