Chapter 13 #2
“Yes.”
“That is the best goddamn question I’ve ever been asked.” He cups my face and gives me his serious look. “I will, but only if you promise me you’ll stop me if at any time it’s too much.”
“I promise.”
“Tap my thigh and I’ll immediately stop, baby. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Fisting my hair again with one hand, he slowly pulls me closer, hovering my mouth over the head of his cock. He’s too far away for me to wrap my lips around, but I run my tongue over him, making him groan and lower me a hair closer, wanting to feel the heat of my breath against his wet skin.
“I’m going to try like hell to be gentle, zolotse, but I’ve been picturing you choking on my cock for a very long time.”
“You have?”
“God yes,” he says with a laugh. “If you can imagine it, I’ve pictured us doing it.”
I’m glad it’s too dark for him to see how badly I’m blushing. The soft laugh he gives tells me he may not be able to see it, but he knows it’s there.
“Open wide, baby,” he groans, watching me wrap my wet lips around him. “Good girl. Just relax and let me take control.”
I never thought I’d be into the whole good girl thing, but hearing Vasily say that to me always sends a rush of pleasure straight to my pussy.
It’s like those two words have a direct line to my clit.
I moan around him and try like hell to relax as he slides me down lower, filling my mouth with him.
I run my tongue over him, greedy for more but unable to go lower because of the tight grip he has on my hair.
“Suck, sweetheart,” he groans as he slowly pulls me off him and I suck like he’s the world’s tastiest popsicle on the hottest day of the year.
“Goddamn,” he growls, sliding me back down when I get to the tip.
This time he lowers me more, and as much as I scream at my body to relax, I feel my gag reflex rearing its ugly head.
When it happens, he lets out another deep groan and strokes my cheek before sliding his hand down to wrap around my neck while his other hand keeps fisting my hair.
“God, you look sexy as fuck, baby,” he groans, watching tears and spit drip down my face.
The pressure around my neck isn’t so tight that I can’t breathe, but it’s firm enough to keep my focus on his fingers instead of on gagging.
When he lowers me down even more, he tightens his fingers right as he feels my body tense, cutting off the reflex before it can take hold.
My scalp stings from his fist, my mouth is spread wider than it’s ever been, and he’s cutting off more air than he’s letting in. I fucking love it.
I thought after Ruby’s that I’d never be able to give up control again, but I love it when Vasily takes charge and dominates me.
It’s not scary when he does it. It’s hot as hell because I know he’ll stop the second I tap his thigh, but I don’t want to tap out.
I want him to use me and take his pleasure like he’s allowed me to do to him countless times before.
I love hearing the deep, feral groans coming from him and knowing that I’m the one that’s caused them.
Me. The wallflower who’s always been more comfortable hiding behind a book instead of being the center of attention.
I’m the one who’s pulling these deep groans from the tatted-up Bratva boss.
The man who doesn’t think twice about killing is coming undone from my touch.
It makes me feel like a goddamn queen, and when I moan against him and start sucking harder, he tightens his grip and slams into me, fucking my face in a hard rhythm that leaves me no choice but to take it.
And I do. I relax and let him use me, digging my fingers into his muscular thighs, urging him on with my body until he buries himself inside me with a growl.
His cock pulses with each shot of his seed, and when he loosens his grip on my neck, I swallow everything he’s giving me.
I whimper and moan around him, licking and sucking him dry until he’s completely empty and breathing heavily while he mutters a string of Russian and shakes his head to clear it.
I slowly slide him out of me as he massages the sting from my scalp and neck.
Reaching down he lifts me up and pulls me into his lap.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” he says with a soft laugh while wrapping an arm around me. His other hand comes up to cup my face. He runs his thumb over my swollen lips. “Your mouth is fucking amazing. Was I too rough?”
“I would’ve tapped your thigh if it was too much for me to take.” I smile and say, “I like it when you take charge like that. It’s pretty sexy. Everything about you is, though.”
He gives a deep laugh that’s so damn cute I can’t help but join in. “I’m glad you think so, zolotse, but you’re the sexy one.”
Pulling me closer, he kisses me softly, not caring that I still taste like him. He runs his tongue along mine, reminding me that I haven’t gotten to come yet. Smiling, he pats my ass and points up to the balcony outside of our bedroom.
“That’s where I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers against my lips. “Right there under the moonlight.”
I smile at the image and kiss along his stubbled cheek. “Will you be able to handle that?” I murmur against his skin. “I did marry someone ten years older than me. Are you going to need to take a breather?”
He laughs and palms one of my ass cheeks, giving it a hard squeeze. “Let’s go upstairs, and I’ll show you exactly how much I can handle, zolotse.”
It doesn’t take long before we’re naked on the balcony and he’s whispering in my ear, “Grab the railing, baby, and don’t let go.”
His thigh comes between my legs, gently encouraging me to take a wider stance.
The moon is bright tonight, beaming down on us and giving off enough light for us to be able to see each other while the waves crash below us in a steady rhythm that’s as seductive as the music at the club had been.
When he slides his hand down my stomach and cups my pussy, he gives a soft laugh and kisses my shoulder.
“Already so wet for me, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t get to come yet,” I remind him. “And you’ve been teasing me all day.”
He rolls my clit between his fingers, pulling a deep moan from me. “Is someone feeling a little frustrated?”
The mewling sound I make when he gives my bundle of nerves a soft pinch is answer enough. My legs are already shaking, and I’m gripping the black, iron railing so tightly my knuckles ache.
“I want to see my feral girl under the moon. Show me your wild side, zolotse.”
I rock against him, grinding shamelessly against his hand, and when he slides three fingers into me, I throw my head back and moan his name to the night sky.
The wet, erotic sounds of him fingering me fill the air around us, and when he dances his other hand along my spine before cupping my ass, I feel how close to the edge I am.
“You look so fucking sexy, zolotse,” he groans, squeezing my cheek while I rock my hips harder. “I want to spank you. I want to watch your ass bounce while I finger your tight pussy.”
I turn my head to meet his dark gaze. “Do it,” I tell him, knowing I’d let this man do any damn thing he wanted to me.
Part of me is scared of the pain, but a bigger part of me is turned on like I’ve never been before.
I brace myself for the smack that never comes.
Instead, he teases me with featherlight touches along my ass while his fingers work me harder, hitting my clit with every wet thrust, and right when I start to explode, his hand comes down hard on my cheek, pulling a scream from me as my vision darkens and I lose myself in raw ecstasy.
I soak his hand in my juices, pulling a deep groan from him as he spanks me again and rims my clit, expertly keeping my orgasm going until I can barely keep myself upright.
“Vasya,” I whimper when my knees start to buckle.
Pulling his hand from between my legs, he brings it to where he spanked me, dragging his wet fingers over my stinging skin before leaning down to lick it from me.
The wet heat of his tongue is pure bliss as he brings his fingers back to my pussy, coaxing my body back to life.
Just when I think I can’t take a second more, that my body will just give out from pleasure overload, he gives my ass a hard enough bite to make me gasp and then stands up, bringing his hands to my hips.
“Do you need to take a breather, sweetheart?” he teases, throwing my taunt back at me.
“Maybe,” I admit, making him laugh.
He gently lifts me up so I’m standing with his cock digging into my lower back. His hands run up my body to cup my tits, letting my nipples poke out between his fingers so he can pinch them while he massages me and guides me toward the patio chair.
“Bend over, baby.”
I do as he says and lay my hands flat against the cushion. He gives my nipples one last pinch before standing back up behind me.
“Goddamn,” he growls, running his hands over my ass before tightly gripping my hips. When he lifts me up so my feet are no longer touching the ground, I turn my head as far as I can and gasp, “What the hell?”
He laughs and strokes my skin with his thumbs. “You’re so short, zolotse. It’s the only way I can fuck you how I want. Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”
He’s holding the majority of my weight and making it seem effortless while I keep my hands pressed against the cushion beneath me.
I’m completely at his mercy. He runs his cock along my soaking wet slit.
My body immediately tries to respond, but he has me in a tight grip, and I’m not allowed to move.