I watch her taste them, her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip in a way that has me almost losing my mind. Her heat against me is a stark contrast to the winter that’s claimed every corner of my soul. She melts me, reshapes me, pulls me into her orbit effortlessly. As if it were always her right to toy with my restraint. When I lift the hem of her dress, she parts her thighs for me, and my self-control fractures further.
“No kissing,” she pants into my mouth.
“No fucking either,milaya. Those are the rules.”
A dangerous little smile curves her lips. “Because you want to get to know me before you take me, right? Those rules?”
“I feel like I know you pretty damn well already,” I grit out.
God knows I’d love nothing more than to break my own rule, pin her to this wall, tear her dress off, and lose myself in her completely. But not like this. Not rushed. Not in a dark hallway where only the shadows can see us.
Stella Romano will not be a quick fuck against a nightclub wall. I want time. I want space. I want every inch of her memorized and claimed. I want her screaming out my name until she can’t pretend it means nothing.
“And yet you won’t take me,” she taunts, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“No.”
“Your loss,” she coos, before biting down on my jaw.
My hand wraps around her throat in an instant, my other ripping the side of her panties in one fierce yank. She hisses with pleasure, clearly thrilled that she got to me.
“You think this is a game? That you can toy with me and use sex like a weapon, wielding it in my face as if I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” I growl, running my fingers over her drenched pussy. “This is not a game. I will fuck you every which way when I’m good and fucking ready. Bullying me into it so you can pretend that fucking me means nothing, isn’t a game I’m willing to play with you.” Stella’s eyes widen in astonishment at me being able to read her so well, then quickly morph into pure venom. “Yes. That’s it, Stella.Give me all that hate. Show me how much you loath me,” I mutter while drawing small circles on her clit.
Stella’s lips hold a scowl, but the way her nails dig into my nape and her leg swings up to hook around my hip tells me she’s not immune to our dance like she wants me to believe.
I’ve had eight days to replay that night we spent in my car, to go over every little detail. The way she was hot one minute and cold the next. The way she couldn’t get out of there fast enough, pretending it was just one of her many hookups.
It was all for show. A shield that she wields whenever someone is getting too close. All I needed was her confirmation. And tonight, I got it.
I lean in close, my deft fingers still working her as I whisper into her ear, “That’s it, Stella. Fight me. Pretend that this pussy isn’t soaked because of me.”
“Fuck you,” she says with gritted teeth.
“Oh, baby, you will. Soon. This… this is just a preview of what’s to come.”
I pull my fingers away from her pussy, and suck them into my mouth, groaning at how sweet she fucking tastes. It’s enoughto have me falling to my knees, grabbing her leg over my shoulder, and drinking her essence right from the source.
“Yob tvoyu mat,”I growl before sinking my teeth into her pussy, my tongue lapping at her slit, needing to savor every last drop of her.
Now that Stella no longer has to look me in the eye and keep up pretenses, I’m not surprised to feel her fingers run through my hair as she rubs her pussy in my face. I nibble and play with her clit, sucking and grazing it with my teeth, just to hear the little wanton moans that escape her. When she hikes up her other leg to fall on my shoulder, forcing me to grab her ass to keep her balance, my cock practically begs to be set free.
Blyad.I’ve always loved eating pussy, but this… let’s just say if I ever get caught and sent to death row, this is what I would have ordered for my last meal—a taste of heaven before being sent off to hell, where I belong.
“Kill,” she pants, lost in it now, her nails sinking into my scalp.
I don’t reply, too busy using my mouth to torture her, just as I’ve been tortured since she came into my life.
Stella’s juices smear across my stubbled jaw, dripping down as I keep going. Her arousal is intoxicating and maddening to the point of having to unlatch one of her legs from my shoulders, just so I can touch myself and relieve some of the ache. Still, it’s no good. All it does is prolong my pain.
Knowing I need to do something, anything to ease my suffering, I gently place her other leg down, go to my haunches, and flip her around by the waist. She lets out a loud yelp, caught off guard by how easily I move her, and scrambles to place her hands on the wall to keep herself upright. I can tell she wants to curse me out, but I don’t give her the chance to think, let alone speak. I swiftly take my seat on the floor, my back pressed against the wall, and pull her down to sit on my face once again.
The little time that passed in between moves was enough to increase my hunger for her tenfold. I dig in and don’t relent for even a second, unfastening my belt and unzipping my pants with one free hand, while the other continues to cup her ass cheek. Once my cock is free, I use her wetness to glisten my fingers, and wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it to the soundtrack of her little moans.
Yes. Much better.
In this position, Stella becomes a willing participant, dancing her pussy on my tongue, taking her pleasure from me. The only thing that does me in is when I tilt my head back just enough to look up at her and find her teeth digging into her plump lower lip as she watches me stroke my cock.
Yeah. That shit does me in instantly. It’s all the motivation I need to speed up my thrusts, imagining fucking that pretty mouth of hers that always seems to know how to cut a man down to size. As she licks her lips, her eyelids heavy with lust and desire, staring at my cock as if she wanted a taste of her own, I come. Hard. Jets of cum coat my hand and fingers, as I continue to suck her clit into my mouth while simultaneously riding the high her stare provoked.
