Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
ARMAN
I wasn’t expecting this. I’m not even sure why I brought her back with me. Perhaps it was the vulnerable expression on her face and the tears in her eyes that tugged at my heart?
I’ve always been a loner. Unlike my brothers, I don’t seek out female company for physical gratification. I hold myself more highly than that. I don’t use women and any sex I enjoy is because I actually like the woman involved.
I like Ellie. A lot as it happens. I’ve only known her for a few days and I can tell she’s been through a lot. It must have been hard being raised by her grandmother, surrounded by friends with hopefully loving parents. I’m not saying she wasn’t loved by her grandmother, but knowing my upbringing, surrounded by siblings and parents who loved me, it must have been hard for her.
The way she carried herself at the party impressed me. She was scared yet didn’t make a scene. She trusted me and I liked it. Protecting Ellie was something I had to do. I felt close to her and I’m guessing she is the first woman I’ve ever had that connection with.
Now she wants me. She could have said no, she did say no, and yet she’s curious. She wants the experience and, as she said, I’m the lucky man who happens to be here at the time.
This is a fuck and nothing more and tomorrow we will revert to the reason she is here in the first place.
The mystery surrounding my father’s death.
I lead her into my bedroom and as I close the door, I say casually, “Last chance, malysh. We can sleep or we can fuck. It’s your choice.”
“My God, do you have to sound so, well, um, businesslike?”
She shakes her head, causing me to chuckle softly.
“I can’t help the way I am, baby. Sentiment isn’t my strong point.”
Her eyes gleam as she points to the bed.
“Sit down.”
I raise my eyes but do as she says and then watch her sway toward me, the most magnificent sight I have ever seen in my bedroom.
Ellie is a beautiful woman. Tall, curvy and innocent, with a wicked edge to her that I like. She isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants, and it’s evident she wants this more than anything right now. I’m not delusional enough to think it’s me she wants. She’s just curious and so I remain silent and watch what she does next.
She reaches the bed and drops to her knees before me, wrapping her hand around the back of my head and drawing me in for a deep kiss.
She is demanding and tastes of sweet corruption. A woman who is taking what she wants with no fear or embarrassment.
I allow her to control this because it’s obvious she wants it this way and as she deepens the kiss, she moans softly into my mouth.
My fingers tangle with the braid that swings long down her back, and she gasps as she feels the bite of pain it causes.
As she pulls back, her lips twist into a wicked grin and her eyes flash as she kisses my chest, her tongue circling my nipple, sucking gently, causing my cock to strain at the leash.
She moves lower and I fall back on my hands, giving her full access to my body as she kisses and licks my heated skin.
I have never experienced this before. Women don’t control me, but I am happy to let her. She wants it, she probably needs it, and I am more than happy with the situation.
She reaches my cock and wraps her soft hand around it, gazing into my eyes, her own heated with lust and as they sparkle with desire, I catch my breath because I never really understood a woman’s power before, but I do now.
She is a goddess of love, the most powerful being in the world, and I am desperate to experience what pleasure she can unleash on me.
Her hungry mouth teases my cock, licking the tip as if she’s playing with me, causing me to groan. “Fuck, Ellie.”
“Wait.” Her sexy wink blows my damned mind because I am so turned on right now.
She wraps her tongue around the head and sucks gently, and I am resisting the urge to hold her down and push in hard. I’m about to explode, which would probably be the most embarrassing moment in my life. She brings out the high school geek in me. Where is the self assured Russian bastard who always takes control?
She has wrestled it from my grasp and as my cock slides into her hungry mouth, I experience a burst of pleasure that is alien to me.
“Fuck, malysh. That is so good.”
Her soft hands cup my balls and she holds them in her delicate fingers. Sucking me gently as I try desperately to hold back the urge to offload deep inside her throat.
Her soft moan of appreciation undoes me completely and as she glides my shaft to the back of her throat, I struggle to keep my cool.
She gently squeezes my balls, and as she intensifies her movements, the pressure on my cock is unbearable.
I growl, “Fuck, this is so good, too good.”
She rewards my compliment by biting down softly on my cock, her teeth grazing the skin, causing me to roar, my cum spurting deep down her throat as if she has unleashed the dam. It’s relentless. She doesn’t even gag and just milks my balls with her fingers, taking every drop.
When it stops, she kisses my cock with an appreciative moan of pleasure and then rocks back on her heels and stares into my heavy lust-filled eyes.
“Thank you.”
That’s all she says and then she stands and walks away.