38. Emily
38
EMILY
“Fuck,” Konstantin gasps above me as I swirl my tongue around the root of his massive cock, paying special attention to the vein running along the velvety length.
I’m slow and methodical as my lips and tongue work.
I love the way he stretches my mouth, the way he opens my throat, and the way he tastes—salt and musk and him —as my head bobs in a steady rhythm.
Pulling my head back until the searing hot head pulses against my lips, I swirl my tongue across its surface. With each circle, another stream of precum fills my mouth.
I suck it away and swallow it loudly.
My pussy squeezes in response to another appreciative hiss from Konstantin, and I reach between my legs to soak my fingers.
Keeping his cock in my mouth, I look up at him and catch him staring at me.
He caresses my face with the back of his hand, his voice raspy and trembling.
“You like the way my cock feels in your mouth, my filthy little cock slut? ”
Smiling with my eyes, I bring up my fingers—slick from my dripping pussy—wrap them around the thick girth of his cock, and start to jerk along the length without ever releasing him from my mouth.
Konstantin’s eyes burn like embers as he looks at me. As I stroke faster along his length, hands working in tandem with my mouth and lips, he can’t help but throw his head back.
One long note of pleasure after another punch out from his throat, each one goads me to go faster.
The muscles on his abs flex and contract, and I know I’m rapidly bringing him to the verge of losing control.
I love knowing that I’m doing this to him.
God, I want to pull away from his cock to run my tongue over every inch of him. I want to fuck him in the bed, in the shower, in the bathtub, and even on the floor while he holds my face down against the tiles.
I want his cock filling every one of my hungry filthy holes.
Even though we have all the time left in the world, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
Finally, giving the tip another torturous lashing with my tongue, I release him from my mouth.
“I don’t just like the way your cock feels in my mouth,” I pant as I continue stroking his cock from the base around his balls to the tip—searing hot and slippery against my palms. “I fucking love it.”
Whatever he’s about to say, it dies in his throat as my hands draw out another trembling moan from the depth of his lungs. He sinks further down into the bed until he’s sitting on his haunches and props himself up on his powerful arms.
Precum flows between my fingers, and I lick my lips at the sound of him whimpering as I jerk him off mercilessly. His body is convulsing as he tries to hold himself in check.
He doesn’t want to cum yet.
Too fucking bad, I think. Because it’s not up to him anymore.
Inching forward until I’m sitting on his thighs, my hands continue to stroke him and I lean in to whisper in his ear. “Do you want to cum?”
He cock seems to grow bigger and harder in my hand. “Yes,” he whispers.
“Where should you cum right now?” I coo as I nibble at his ear. “Between your greedy cock slut’s fingers?”
“No.” He gasps as sweat starts beading on his powerful body.
A single bead of sweat rolls down his face, and I kiss it away. My hands pump him faster, filling the air with the obscene squelching sound that has my pussy leaking. Precum flows like a river to coat my hand, making it hard to keep my grip.
I press my lips against his neck, and lick my way along the pulsing great vein in his neck. “All over your dirty cum slut’s body?”
“No,” he moans. His cock feels impossibly hard now. I stop stroking it along the length and shift my hands to focus on the spongy head.
He throws his head back as another cry of pleasure tears from his beautiful lips. His legs are shaking underneath me. His control is slipping.
My teeth graze along the scarred contours of his chest and give his nipple a light bite. “Look at me, Kostya.”
He obeys, and I smile. “Good boy.”
I reward him by kissing my way down his abs and slowing down the speed I’m punishing his cock .
Not enough to allow him to come down from the edge, but just enough that he’ll remain there for a little while longer.
My thumb rubs along the sensitive underside of his head, drawing lazy circles as I bring my face lower and lower.
“Should you be cumming all over my pretty red lips?” I bat my eyes at him.
“N-No.” His voice is strained, and sweat is running down his body in rivulets now.
One hand continues to pump the engorged head, and the other moves down to squeeze his balls. The massive orbs grow hard in my hands, and I can feel them swelling with cum.
Kissing the tip, I slurp up more flowing precum, adding my tongue to the torture. Wet saltiness fills my mouth, but it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming.
What I know he’s holding back.
“Then where?” I whisper as I lap at the angry red head. “Tell me where you should cum.”
“In your mouth,” he says, gasping his entire whole body vibrating from my fingers, my lips, my tongue, and my voice.
“Be specific,” I goad him. “Or I’ll stop right now.”
His eyes drill into mine, and a dark possessiveness flares through them. Straightening his body despite the tremors rocking through him, he reaches forward and grabs a fistful of my hair.
My heart thunders in glee as his hands starts circling in my hair to give himself a more solid grip.
“I’m going to fill your greedy mouth,” he pants. “And then I’ll cum down your throat, Kitty Cat. And as I cum, I’m going to hold you still so that you swallow every fucking drop like the good little cum slut that you are. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
My hands stop moving and I shiver, opening my mouth to give him access. Yes!
He shoves my face down onto his cock, his motion savage. Without waiting, he starts bringing me up and down, using my mouth to pleasure his cock.
My pussy squeezes at how effortlessly he took control back from me, and I moan as his cock punishes the back of my throat with each savage motion down.
With a loud roar, he pushes me all the way down to the hilt and the floodgates open.
Salty semen surges forward, filling my mouth, choking my throat, and rushing into my belly. The warmth fills me up so quickly that my eyes roll into the back of my head as he cums. I reach between my legs and push my fingers—soaked with his precum—back inside of my quivering slit.
“Take it, Kitty Cat!” He moans, his voice straining, as he continues to cum. “Take it all.”
I feel my world blacking out from the lack of air, but he shows no sign of stopping. Spurt after spurt of his cum continues to pour forward from his twitching cock. Tears of exertion rush down my face, and I suck greedily to milk him dry.
Finally, he pulls my head away, and the gasp of air flooding my lungs is as sweet as life itself.
Cum falls from my lips, dribbles past my chin, runs down my body, and pools in the space between us. My eyes open, and even through my teary haze, I can see the dark dominant look in Konstantin’s eyes.
He’s not finished . My heart skips upon realizing. Not by a long shot.
He releases my hair and gives me a gentle shove so that I fall backwards into the soft embrace of the bed. The air is knocked from my lungs when the soft mattress hits my back.
Before I can draw another breath, he crushes his lips to mine. Powerful fingers pry my legs apart and move behind me to cup my ass.
I scream against his lips in wild delight as he shoves his cum-covered cock inside of me. He pulls back, and his fingers wrap around my throat.
“Down your throat,” he snarls as he starts to thrust. “In your pussy. And in your ass.”
“YES!” I clench my jaw as my own orgasm rushes forward from the depth of my core towards him.
“Not just once,” he says as he thrusts faster and faster. His cock swells inside of me, and I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him there. “But for every piece of clothing that I ruin.”
“YES!” I shriek.
He’s touching places of me that nobody else has. Places that nobody else is allowed to touch.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” I pant. “It belongs to you.”
His eyes flash. “And who do you belong to, Kitty Cat?”
I purposefully tighten my inner muscles around him, urging him forward.
“You, my pakhn, my love,” I insist. “I’ll always belong to you.”
I kiss him then, pouring all my love into that moment of contact. My heart flutters, and his cock touches the spot at the entrance of my womb. Wave after wave of love and passion chase all thoughts out from my mind.
“Kitty Cat!” Konstantin shouts, and then his cock twitches one more time as it empties into me, triggering my own orgasm .
My legs clamp around his waist as he fills me. Our lips crush together. He drains the breath from my lungs and swallows my screams. The room turns impossibly hot. My nose is filled with the scent of sweat, the scent of cum, the scent of soap and after shave tumbling down from his body, and the scent of honeysuckle and brown sugar rising up from mine.
When he finally stops convulsing inside of me, both of us are gasping and panting together. Our legs and fingers and body twist together in a hot sweaty mess.
Neither of us knows where each one ends and the other begins.
And that’s exactly how we want to be.
Hot water and steam swirls all around us as the shower is turned on full blast.
My legs are still weak, and my body aches deliciously in the way that only a good fuck can make it ache.
Konstantin’s hands are between my legs as the hot water embraces us both.
“Did you know?” I breathe as his finger dips into my pussy and a hand plays with my left breast. “That after you brought me back up from the dungeon, I wanted you to come find me in the shower after.”
“And do what, Kitty Cat?” He whispers as he kisses every freckle on my shoulder.
“To do it all again,” I confess as I reach back for his cock. “I wanted you to hold my face down on the floor. I wanted you to bury your fingers in my pussy, to ram your tongue down my throat, and open my ass with your cock.”
He pulls me close to him until my back arches into his chest. There’s not an inch of space between us. I’ve never been closer to another person in my life.
“I owe you one last hole in this set,” he whispers. “Don’t I?”
His cock is already hard behind me. “Yes.”
He withdraws his fingers from my dripping wet pussy and smears myself all over my quivering asshole. Anticipation rushes through me as he brings me closer.
He dips his hand between my legs again as another surge of wetness rushes forward, and lubes his cock with my own desire.
“Are you ready, my insatiable Kitty Cat?” The head of his cock pulses as it enters my ass.
“Yes …” I whimper, and lower myself down onto his cock.
We both moan in unison, finally connected in the most intimate and filthy way. Never looking away, I sink further down onto him. His arms encircle me in the enclosure of the shower.
One hand turns my mouth towards my shoulder for his lips to claim.
The other reaches down, its thick fingers spreading my pussy open before they push deep inside the wet quivering slit.
His cock keeps moving forward in my ass, and the indescribable feeling of being filled in every possible way returns, as powerful as it had from that night.
Except this time, things are different.
“Am I your wife?” I breathe as I pull back from his kiss. “Or your whore?”
He hooks his finger under my chin and tips my face until he is all I see .
“My wife,” he answers softly in the steam. “You’ll always be my wife.”
His lips close around mine and he finally buries himself completely in my ass. I swear I can feel every tiny vein and ridge along its surface.
We start out slow at first, as if testing our own limits. I pretend that we’re able to keep this pace this forever. To keep him inside me, connected to me.
But with each slow gentle thrust, the fire burning inside both of us goads us further and faster.
It isn’t long before he cums deep inside of my ass. A second later, I follow, coming hard around his cock and fingers and tongue.
And when we finally disentangle ourselves, sated and spent, I reach up and cup his face as he does the same.
And together, we whisper.
“I love you.”