Chapter Five #2
Then he nudges one finger between my vagina lips, teasing my entrance. A moan falls from my lips the time Andrei lets out a stifled groan.
“Goddammit, you’re so wet, baby,” he murmurs, then ducks down and nibbles my throat, then rubs my own wetness over my clit. I gasp, my body jerking in response. “Do you like that?”
I’m unable to form a thought, so I just whimper in response.
Andrei finds a rhythm, touching me until my clit grows harder, fuller. Soon my breath is coming in ragged pants. I can feel myself getting close to explosion. My face feels extremely hot, my breasts swollen, every muscle in my body taut.
The tension inside me builds until it feels like I’ll shatter like glass. But then he withdraws his hand and I find myself reeling.
“W-what happened? Why did you—”
He ducks and before I know what’s going on, his mouth is on me.
I gasp loudly, my hips buckling in protest even as my fingers grasp his hair. He chuckles, then swipes his tongue over my wetness. “Fuck, you’re so wet and delicious.”
I let out a helpless moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I bury my fingers deeper in his hair, pushing his head deeper into me. “Fuck, Andrei!”
He raises his head to blink at me in surprise, an amused smirk playing on his lips “Who knew my little sunshine could be so…vocal?”
I blush and he chuckles then lowers his mouth to me again, sucking harder this time.
I scream his name, my body writhing helplessly beneath him. He doesn’t let up though. He flicks his tongue, circling around my throbbing bud. “Please,” I beg desperately. “Andrei, please…”
He slides two fingers inside me, his slow strokes warming me up and driving me insane. I arch off the couch, my fingers leaving his hair to claw at his shoulders as my body trembles violently.
“Holy fuck!” I cry.
“Yes, that’s it! Come for me, Mila,” he says against my tender pussy, and another wave of pleasure echoes through my body.
Then Andrei pulls my body against his so I’m half laying on top of him and pastes a tender kiss on my forehead. “You did great, baby,” he murmurs, his arm tightening possessively around me.
A wave of warmth rushes through me and for some reason that’s beyond me. I feel tears well up in my chest. I raise my head up, propping myself on my elbow. “Why are you so nice to me?” I ask searching his face.
He smiles and gently squeezes my ass cheeks. “Because I want to be.” He’s goofing but there’s something deeper in those ocean blue eyes, an emotion that goes beyond words.
He shifts his weight slightly, causing his erection to press against my hips. I glance down and my cheeks instantly grow red at the sight of him—hard, straining against his pants.
“I—Can you show me how to make you…feel good?”
He studies my face for a while. “Are you sure about that, solnishka?”
I nod. “Yes.”
Without another word, he pulls me into a sitting position, then gestures for me to stand in front of him. I do so, wondering where this is going. My stomach twists with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as I watch him unfasten his pants and tug them down, revealing his huge, straining cock.
I have seen him before…back at his office when he jerked off after making me come but it feels like I’m seeing him properly now…
God, he’s huge. Thick…with veins straining beneath the delicate flesh.
He smirks, arching his brows at me. “Like what you see, solnishka?”
“Yes, Dad—Andrei.”
What the heck?
I almost said ‘Yes, Daddy.’
I don’t know where the urge came from but the thought is exciting—calling Andrei Daddy while he shows me how to pleasure him.
What if that turns him off and ruins the mood?
I can’t risk that.
“Kneel,” Andrei orders, and I immediately sink to my knees.
God, he’s so sexy when he takes that commanding tone and tells me what to do.
“Put your mouth around me, Mila, and I’ll tell you how I like it done.”
I swallow nervously and scoot closer into his wide open legs. I try to wrap my hand around him, and of course, he’s too thick so I hold him with both hands.
Andrei lifts his hips, pushing slightly into my palms. “Oh fuckkk.” His hands come to my shoulders, squeezing hard enough to hurt. I lower my head to him, and slowly close my lips around him.
Damn, I can barely fit my lips around him.
I feel him inhale and exhale, his legs trembling slightly.
“More,” he grunts, shifting a little.
His body is strung tight, like he’s holding back and that makes me shiver with anticipation. One big hand slides into my hair and tightens, pulling harshly as I stroke his shaft and suction my mouth around his head.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing but from the deep growling sounds coming from him, I’m probably doing something right.
He lets out a long string of Russian words. My eyes flick to his face, finding it rapt and tense.
“Your throat,” he moans. “Suck me…down into your throat.”
My grip on him tightens as I push further, taking in more of him.
His eyes flip open and my heart skips at his expression. He looks wasted. Drugged.
“Deeper,” he growls.
I go lower even more as my throat closes up in protest. Tears sting my eyes, blurring my vision.
He’s so big and thick. But I push even farther, until I’ve almost taken all of him.
Saliva floods my mouth. His eyes are heavy-lidded…
almost shut. I can see some color in his cheeks that wasn’t there before. His perfect lips are slightly parted.
Encouraged by his reaction, I go deeper until I’m almost gagging. A salty taste slowly spread across my tongue. His fingers stroke my scalp.
He moans and shudders, chanting my name like a prayer.
I close my eyes and focus on relaxing my throat, while stroking his hip and thigh with my other hand.
Tears slide down my cheeks as I swallow against his length and suck my mouth tightly around his base, until he’s thrusting his hips, making me gag around his huge cock, rocking into my throat as he pants and flexes his legs.
I look up at him once more and my heart has never felt fuller. He’s beautiful…even more so as he comes undone. His fingers quiver in my hair and he starts snarling…talking dirty in Russian. I can barely make out the words because all I’m focused on is pleasing my gorgeous, sexy boss.
His body trembles and he reaches out to grab my breast, pushing further into my mouth.
My moan vibrates against him. Then he threads his hands through my hair, curling them into fists as he thrusts into my throat.
He groans loudly. Grunts. The image of him pushing into me like that flashes in my head, hot and erotic, calling my attention to my wet and throbbing center.
And then, as I suck my cheeks in hard and grasp his balls, his hips buck; he spurts like a fountain down my throat, his big body shuddering mightily.
I stare down at him as I stand up. His eyes are closed, his head leaned back against the chair with the most peaceful expression I’ve ever seen on him.
After what seems like a long time but is only a few seconds, Andrei opens his eyes, takes my hand in his and tugs me down beside him.
“That…was perfect, solnishka,” he says, his eyes burning intensely into mine.
My face burns hot but I can’t seem to look away from him. “T-thank you?” I squeak, then flinch, biting down on my lower lip in embarrassment.
He chuckles, gently squeezing my hand. “We should probably get back to the pirozhki,” he says quietly. “I think we—”
He’s suddenly interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He grabs it from the coffee table, checks the screen and exhales. “I need to take this.”
“That’s okay,” I say quickly, grabbing my shirt from the sofa arm where he flung it earlier. “I’ll just get dressed.”
He nods, leaning down to press a brief kiss to my temple. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch him go, an absent-minded smile tugging at my lips. I probably look foolish but I don’t care in the least.
I suddenly give in to the urge to giggle and let out a rasped laugh.
I’m so happy I could write a whole book in mere seconds.
I get dressed quickly and head to the kitchen to check on the pirozhki dough. It seems to have risen, so I grab the recipe note by the coffee machine and read through the next steps slowly.
Looks simple enough.
It doesn’t matter that I’m a disaster in the kitchen…I’ve been doing well so far.
Right?