“How about we don’t talk at all?” she coos, a flirty glint in her eye.
“Oh? What do you have in mind?” I counter, finding my smile as my hand glides up and down her spine.
“I might have a few ideas,” she taunts, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses across my chest, slowly making her way down to my navel.
“Careful,” I groan, my cock instantly hardening by the proximity of her mouth. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Shh, Kill,” she silences. “The only one doing the hurting here is me.”
Stella’s hand wraps itself around the girth of my cock, giving me a good, languid stroke before her tongue sweeps over its crown. My eyelids fall of their own accord as her hot breath around me, teases me with promises yet to come.
“Stella,” I growl when she keeps stroking me in her hand, using her tongue just to taunt me, licking at the vein and grabbing my balls in her other hand, giving them a good little squeeze.
“Talk to me, Kill,” she says, eyes fixed on mine as her lips hover over my mouth. “In Russian.”
“Blyad,” I curse. “Ya toskúyu po tebé.Ya zházhdu tebya.”
Even though she has no idea what I just said—that I ache and crave for her—my words must please her, since she ends my suffering only to cause me further misery when she takes my cock into her mouth.
A loud curse leaves my lips as my hand grabs her hair, wrapping it around my wrist just to make sure that I don’t miss even a second of seeing this. Stella sucking me off will forever be branded into my memory.
“Ty seychas vyglyadish’ chertovski krasivo. Eti pukhlyye guby, vysasyvayushchiye menya dosukha, luchsheye chuvstvo, kotoroye ya kogda-libo ispytyval.”
She moans at my words of praise, tightening her grip on my base while relaxing her throat so she can take me all in. I can’t take my eyes off her, as she gives herself to the experience, letting it be the center of her world. My cock becomes steel, hardening with every little pleased moan she lets out, the vibration of her moans only increasing my desire for her.
“Ya mog by smotret’ na tebya tak vsyu ostavshuyusya zhizn.”
It’s strangely liberating to speak in my native tongue, to finally say everything that has been lodged in my throat, too afraid that my truth might send her running. But if talking in Russian turns my girl on, then who am I to deny her?
Ya lyublyu tebya. Lyublyu tebya sil’neye, chem kogda-libo mog sebe predstavit’. I to, chto ty pozvolyayesh’ mne lyubit’ tebya v otvet, delayet menya samym schastlivym chelovekom na svete. Yesli eta noch’, vso, chto u menya yest’, to ya molyus’, chtoby solntse nikogda ne vzoshlo utrom.
I tell her that I love her. I tell her that I love her more than I ever thought possible. And the fact that she’s letting me love her back makes me the happiest man alive. If this night is all I have, then I pray the sun never rises in the morning.
But not being able to tell her all these words of love and devotion in a way she can understand tightens something in my chest. But for now, they are enough. They have to be.
Stella’s eyelashes flutter as her greedy mouth pulls me all the way to the back, the head of my cock tickling her throat.
She’s good. She’s really fucking good at this.
Images of her on her knees for her past lovers come to mind, my hands fisting the bedsheet with rage that someone taught her all these moves. Someone who wasn’t me.
However, just as my blinding jealousy threatens to ruin the moment, Stella lets my cock out of her mouth with a loud pop, her eyes hooded with unbridled lust. She doesn’t wait for permission as she straddles my hips, leading my cock right to her core. And in one punishing thrust, she slides down its length, her good arm outstretched to keep her hand on my stomach for balance. My hands grip her ass cheeks as she rolls her hips up and down my mast, taking her pleasure from me, as she sees fit.
She’s good at this too.
Too fucking good.
“How many men have you let fuck you like this?” I growl, having officially lost my goddamn mind, my fingers digging into her flesh as I begin to slam my cock into her.
“What?” she moans, loving the torture.
“I asked how many men have you been with,dusha moya?”
“Why? So you can kill them?” she taunts on a wanton moan.
“Yes.”
A little smug curve her lips as her tight pussy slides down my length until it swallows me to the very hilt.
