Petyr’s dark gaze fixes on me. “If you keep looking at me like that,” he says, hoarser than before, “I’m not gonna be able to take this slow.”
“Who says I want you to?”
My comeback surprises both of us.
“Blyat’.” Suddenly, he’s on me, pressing me down into the mattress. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, little fox.”
Then he’s diving between my breasts.
I throw my head back and fist the sheets.
Petyr’s tongue moves from one nipple to the other without restraint. I can feel his teeth closing around sensitive skin, pulling and biting and dragging the most shameful sounds out of me.
Meanwhile, his hands are roaming everywhere. Belly, hips, thighs—if he can reach it, he’ll touch it. My focus splits between the wonderful things his mouth is doing and the press of his fingers on my inner thighs, forcing my legs open.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, holding on to his shoulders.
He’s going to fuck me.The realization hits all at once as I feel the drag of his hard cock down my leg.He’s going to?—
Then Petyr’s head moves between my thighs, and I lose the ability to think.
His tongue drags over my clit. Slow, hot, maddening. I don’t even realize I’ve wrapped my legs around his neck until I hear him growl. The vibration alone drives me wild.
“Petyr,” I moan. “Please.”
“‘Please’ what,lisichka?” He stops kissing between my legs to speak, and that should be a human rights violation. “Use your words.”
“Make me cum.” My shame takes a swan dive out the window. “Please, I need to cum, I?—”
I don’t get to embarrass myself further. The second Petyr’stongue is on me again, my words twist into unrecognizable screams.
He eats me out like he’s starving. Like he wants to taste every single sound I make. My thighs tremble, my hands knotted in his hair as I lose every scrap of self-control to his mouth.
Then his finger starts pressing into me.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Petyr whispers sweet nothings into my flesh as he starts pumping in and out of me. “All these years, just waiting to be fucked.”
Yes,I want to scream.I was waiting for you.
I don’t care if it’s not true. Right now, it feels so much like the truth, I forget how badly I’m supposed to be scared of him.
Then I remember, and somehow, that makes it better.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, God, don’t stop.”
But Petyr has no intention of stopping. He adds a second finger, crooks them just right against that spot that has me close to tears. With his mouth sucking on my clit and his fingers fucking me, I’m so close I can taste it.
Then he adds a third, and I see white.
“Petyr!” My orgasm hits hard and fast. I cry out his name as I cum, thighs shaking, hips rocking shamelessly into his mouth.
When I come back down, he’s kissing up my body again. Stomach, breasts, neck. I taste myself on his tongue as he kisses me senseless.
“That’s it,” he murmurs between kisses. “Good girl.”
His praise shoots straight through me. “Petyr,” I gasp. “Please?—”
“What did I say?” His voice rolls through me like thunder. “Use your words.”
