Only then did he grip the hem of my nightgown and pull it off over my head in one swift motion, leaving me completely bare. He yanked away his towel next, his cock springing free—thick and veined, impossibly long, standing proud like it was sculpted for sin. Bulging veins pulsed along its length, the swollen head flushed dark and already leaking pre-cum. We'd done this countless times, but I still couldn't wrap my head around how something so massive could bury itself inside me, stretching me to my limits, making me scream and shatter in ecstasy every single time.
"Staring, huh?" His voice rumbled from above, laced with amusement and heat.
I blinked, realizing we'd shifted positions without me noticing. He was sitting back against the headboard now, legs spread wide, while I knelt between them, my face inches from his throbbing erection. My mouth watered at the sight, desire pooling hot in my core.
He tapped my cheek lightly, a smirk curling his lips. "Suck it, baby. Show me how much you've learned."
Over the past six months, I'd honed my skills in bed to perfection. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to trace the underside of his shaft, lapping at him like he was the sweetest lollipop. I wrapped my lips around the tip, sucking gently at first, then with more intensity, swirling my tongue over the slit to taste his salty essence. My hand cupped his heavy balls, kneading them rhythmically as I took him deeper, bobbing my head up and down.
"Fuck, yes, just like that," he groaned, his head falling back against the headboard. "You suck cock like a pro, Elena. My perfect little slut."
His praise ignited something feral in me, spurring me on. I relaxed my throat, pushing him further until he hit the back, triggering a slight gag reflex. The urge to retch washed over me, but it onlyheightened my excitement—the overwhelming fullness, the way he controlled me completely. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my hand stroking the base that my mouth couldn't quite reach, working him in tandem.
"Shit, you're incredible," he panted, his hips twitching upward. "Keep going, baby. Make me feel every inch of that talented mouth."
Encouraged, I picked up the pace, deep-throating him as much as I could, my saliva coating his length in slick trails. Tears pricked at my eyes from the depth, but I reveled in it, in the raw power of making him unravel. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping firmly as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with shallow, controlled pumps. I matched his rhythm, humming around him to send vibrations through his cock.
"Goddamn, Elena, you're gonna make me come so hard," he growled, his breath coming in ragged bursts. "Swallow every drop, you hear me? Be my good girl."
With a final, possessive yank on my hair, he surged forward, his cock pulsing wildly as he erupted, shooting thick, hot streams down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, milking him dry, savoring the salty taste until he shuddered and finally pulled out, spent.
Grinning with wicked satisfaction, he grabbed my hips and hauled me up effortlessly, positioning me to straddle his face. "Now it's your turn. Sit on my face and ride my tongue like you mean it."
I lowered myself onto him, gasping as his strong nose pressed against my clit, rubbing back and forth in teasing grinds that sent electric jolts through my body. Then his tongue—thick, powerful, and insistent—thrust inside me, lapping at my soaked folds, delving deep to taste every inch. His stubble scraped against my sensitive inner thighs, a prickly burn that bordered on pain and amplified the pleasure, making me grind down harder for more.
"Igor, oh fuck, yes!" I cried out, my hands bracing against the headboard for support as waves of sensation crashed over me.
He hummed deeply against my core, the vibrations pushing me to the edge. His tongue flicked relentlessly at my clit, sucking it between his lips, devouring me with expert precision until Ishattered, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me, my release flooding his mouth.
He gave my ass a playful slap, the sharp sting making me yelp in surprise. I knew exactly what that meant—time for doggy style. Obediently, I flipped over, getting on all fours with my ass raised high, offering myself to him completely.
He knelt behind me, his gaze fixed on my glistening pussy, lips swollen and dripping with need. Even my tight little asshole was slick with arousal, winking invitingly. His fingers traced the puckered ring, rubbing it teasingly. "This beautiful little hole is going to waste if we never use it," he murmured, his voice dark and full of filthy promise. "What do you think, baby? Ready to let me in?"
A thrill of nervous excitement shot through me. "Lick my fingers wet first," he commanded, holding them to my lips.
I turned my head, sucking his digits into my mouth, coating them thoroughly with saliva, my tongue swirling around each one. He pulled them back, pressing one slick finger against my ass, easing it in slowly. I gasped at the initial stretch, the strange fullness invading me. He added a second, pumping them in and out gently, scissoring to open me up.
"Relax for me, Elena," he cooed, his free hand stroking my back soothingly. "You can take it. Imagine how good it'll feel when it's my cock stretching you here."
The burn was intense but mingled with pleasure, making me moan. He pushed for a third finger, but it was too much—the pain sharpened, overwhelming everything else. "Igor, please stop... It's too much, it hurts," I whimpered, my body tensing up.
He withdrew his fingers carefully, pressing a kiss to my spine. "Okay, we'll hold off this time. Next time, I'll get you a nice plug. You can wear it around, get that tight ass used to being filled. Stretch it out for me slowly."
The idea sent a dirty shiver through me, equal parts intimidating and arousing.
Shifting focus, he gripped his cock and lined it up with my dripping pussy, slamming in with one powerful thrust that filled me to thehilt. I moaned loudly, my walls clenching around him. He grabbed my hips, pounding into me from behind, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. His hand came down on my ass with a sharp smack, heating the flesh and making it swell under the repeated impacts, the pain blending seamlessly with ecstasy.
"Take it like the good girl you are," he grunted, spanking me harder. "Your pussy's so fucking tight, squeezing me like it never wants to let go. You love this cock, don't you? Say it."
"Yes, Igor, I love your cock!" I gasped, pushing back against him. "Fuck me harder!"
He obliged, fucking me like a machine, his hips pistoning in relentless thrusts—over a hundred deep, brutal strokes that had me coming undone repeatedly. I lost track of my orgasms, my body quaking with each wave, screams tearing from my throat. Finally, he leaned down, sinking his teeth into the curve of my ass as he buried himself deep, growling as he pumped his hot seed inside me, filling me with thick spurts that claimed me from within.
Exhausted and sated, we collapsed together, his body draping over mine protectively.
He used his body, inch by inch, to wipe away every lingering doubt and insecurity from my mind. I surrendered once more, lost in the tempest of desire he orchestrated. I abandoned all thought, left only with primal instinct and an insatiable craving for him.
The daybefore Christmas was also the six-month anniversary of when Igor and I first met.
