Chapter 11
Fuck, pussy has never tasted so incredible. And I’ve tasted my fair share. I may be a notorious playboy, but I make it my point to give more than I ever take.
Mila directs me even though I think I could do well enough on my own. This is what she needs, plus every woman likes it differently. Even though I could rock her world with no guidance, knowing exactly what makes her shake will only help my cause going forward.
“Trace it with your tongue first. Yes, around the edges just like that. Circle my clit every third time, and every sixth pass, you can give it a long lick…yes, just like that. What a good listener you are.”
Her cooing praise threatens to undo me. I may be dense occasionally, but I’m perceptive. I pay attention to every word, every stutter, soaking her up so that each time I have the privilege to touch her, I can please her more.
Her grip in my hair tightens as I try my hardest to heed her instructions. Counting diligently at first, I’m soon so zoned in on her gorgeous noises that our rhythm becomes second nature.
“That’s it. Fuck, right there…Good fucking boy. Now add your fingers, slowly at first.”
Moving my hand from her thigh, I add one finger, exploring until I find her sweet spot.
As her tight warmth welcomes me, I slip in another.
I do what I was told slowly, working them in tandem with my tongue.
I want to pick up the pace so badly, but I don’t.
Instead, I delight in the fact that I even have the opportunity to touch her while I wait for her next command.
“Yes, just like that. That’s exactly right, solnyshko. Keep going…faster now. That’s exactly how I like it. Now prove you can work me up to my release.”
My cock twitches at her praise, and for once, I don’t care.
The only thing I’m concerned about is getting this woman off.
Whatever spell she’s cast on me has me euphoric at the thought of being the reason she comes.
If I can bring her to orgasm, I’ll be happy for the rest of my life, even if I never get to touch her again.
Luckily for both of us, I know exactly how to seal the deal. It can be tempting to just go hard from the beginning, but a woman’s body is delicate. Even Mila’s. Now that I know what she prefers, she’s mine.
She’s telling me everything I need to know about when to pick up my pace, and I give her exactly what she silently asks for, paying attention to how her legs shake and her pussy tightens around my fingers.
Her nails dig into my back with one hand as she pulls my hair.
She’s so close, but she never truly loses her control.
There’s an urgency in her voice as she continues her praise, but she doesn’t lose herself like all the other women I know as they reach their climax.
Finally, she explodes as she finds her release, and I make sure to lick up every last drop. I know immediately, intrinsically that I’ll never get enough of her taste. I’ll never get enough of this woman.
“That’s enough, solnyshko. Sit back on your knees and look at me.”
I’m robotic in my obedience, doing exactly as I’m told without a second thought.
I’m floating in the clouds, and the moment I lay eyes on her, I know I must be in heaven.
She may act devilish, but I’ve never seen anyone so angelic.
She’s radiant, glowing as the sheen of sweat from her orgasm sparkles under the light.
And her eyes…her bright-blue eyes are crystal clear, as if inviting me into her soul.
“You did very well. Your talent is remarkable, but you also followed my directions like such a good boy. I’d like to reward you, would you enjoy that?”
When I don’t respond, she takes my chin in her hand and smiles down at me. “You really are a very good boy. When I ask you a direct question, you may respond with ‘yes, Ma’am’ or ‘no, Ma’am.’ Now let’s try that again. Would you like a reward?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy,” she purrs, running her fingers through her hair as she stands. “I’m going to let you come now, but it will be by your own hand, and you will follow my instructions. Can you do that? Can you stroke yourself for me?”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy.” Mila tightens her bathrobe and lies back on her bed. “Now, stand up, take everything off, and come closer. I want to see the blood pumping through the veins in your cock.”
Step by step, I close the gap between us, until she motions for me to stop.
She smirks as I wait silently for her next command. “Your body is a masterpiece. Every chiseled inch of you is mouthwatering, but that cock is really something else. Long and thick, curved just the way I prefer.”
She chuckles as my cock twitches. “Do you like it when I talk to you like this? I can see the precum beading up from here. Would you like to touch yourself?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Spit in your hand and work it down. I want to see your cock glistening. It won’t get you as wet as my cunt would, but it’s better than nothing.”
Doing as she asks, I restrain myself from saying anything, but I’m unable to stop from shaking as I imagine it’s her sweet pussy that has me lubed up.
“Very good. No need to stay silent. If you need to express yourself verbally, you may. Now slowly work from root to tip, with a very light pressure in your grip.”
Every stroke feels like heaven, and I throw my head back, groaning.
“Ah, ah, ah, look at me. You may speak, but your eyes stay on me. Is that understood?”
There’s no problem there. I’ll gladly gaze upon the goddess before me. It was her I saw when I closed my eyes anyway. I don’t think I can remember what another woman looks like right now.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. Now increase your speed, stopping about halfway down your shaft. Squeeze a bit tighter…Good job, just like that. Now stop.”
Fuck, I was so close. I was close before I even touched myself. The taste of her alone had me on the verge of my release. I try not to let my posture falter, but the disappointment is hard to hide.
“Oh, my poor boy. Did you want to come? Not so fast. I want more of a show than that. You listened so well, stopping for me when you wanted to keep going. For that, you may continue. Same pace, same grip. I think you were enjoying it.”
Relief floods through me as I stroke myself again. I’ve never been edged before, but I understand the hype. The brief ache was worth the sensation that followed. Every touch is more intense than the last, and it doesn’t take long at all before I’m approaching my pinnacle.
My orgasm crests, but I keep my eyes on Mila, imagining it’s her I’m spilling into. Maybe if I continue to be good for her, she’ll let me.
I’m so lost in that fantasy, I don’t notice she’s gotten up from the bed until I feel her touch. Two delicate fingers run up my lower abdomen, sending chills through my body.
“That was quite the show, solnyshko, but I didn’t give you permission to come.”
She’s so close, just an inch away. I’m only taller than her by a couple of inches, so her eyes are almost level with mine.
She leans in closer, and my lips part involuntarily, closing my eyes.
I want so badly to kiss her right now. After tasting how sweet she is between her legs, I can only imagine…
Something fills my mouth, but it’s not her tongue. It’s her fingers. And it’s not her I’m tasting, it’s…
“Do you like the way you taste?” My eyes pop open to see a devious smirk. “Coming without permission is not how good boys behave. But I’ll let you make it up to me.”
She scoops up more of my cum from my stomach, then brings her fingers back to my mouth. “I want to see you clean up the mess you made. Lick up every last drop for me, and you’ll be my good boy again.”
I stare into her gaze and suck her finger completely into my mouth, relishing the lust that fills her eyes as I twirl my tongue around in a show of getting it squeaky clean.
“Good fucking boy. Now get on your knees and clean it off my floor.”
I drop to my knees before her and look up one last time before performing my task. I’ve never felt the peace I do at this moment as I follow this woman’s every command.
“Yes, Ma’am.”