"No," he said, though I felt his muscles tense. "Keep going."
"o-f..."
We were so close. His breath warmed my forehead, his scent making me dizzy. One of his hands steadied my waist, his thumb circling gently.
"E-l-e-n-a."
As the last letter finished, I set the gun down, my hands still trembling.
"Property of Elena," he read it aloud, his voice thick with a reverent satisfaction.
The black letters were etched permanently above his heart, the surrounding skin slightly red and swollen.
Something burst open in my chest. I leaned in and kissed him. He froze for a second, then exploded into action. His arms tightened around me, pulling me close, his kiss fierce and urgent, like he wanted to consume me.
"Elena," he gasped against my lips, voice hoarse. "I want you."
I responded with my own kiss. His hands slowly undid the buttons of my shirt, each one revealing more skin that he kissed tenderly.
"You know what I was thinking while you tattooed me?" he asked, his voice raspy.
I shook my head, my breathing already erratic.
"That these hands were marking me forever."
My clothes were completely removed. He laid me back on the sofa, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. His gazeswept over my body slowly, so intense it made me want to hide, yet I couldn't look away.
"Perfect," he murmured, his thumb tracing the skin under my ribs. "Every inch is perfect."
"Igor," I whispered his name instinctively.
"I'm here," Igor said, sliding off his pants and boxers, his huge, rock-hard cock springing free.
He adjusted my position on the sofa, pulling me so my head hung halfway off the edge, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I lay there, naked and throbbing with need, my pulse racing as he towered over me, his massive frame dominating everything. His cock pulsed, mere inches from my face, thick and veined, the tip already slick with pre-cum.
"Suck me, Elena," his voice was a sexy, commanding growl that sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding my core.
That dominant tone ignited me like wildfire. My pussy clenched, growing even slicker. I obeyed, parting my lips wide, my tongue darting out in eager anticipation.
He stood at the sofa's edge, guiding his cock directly into my waiting mouth. This angle was unfamiliar—I'd never done oral like this before, with my head tilted back and throat fully exposed. He pushed in deep from the start, sliding straight to the back of my throat, stretching me to my limits. The gag reflex hit hard; I felt like retching, physiological tears welling up at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming depth and pressure.
He reached down tenderly, his thumb wiping away the tears. "Easy, baby," he murmured, his voice softening briefly before he began to move slowly, rocking his hips with controlled rhythm.
My mouth filled with saliva, coating him as he slid in and out, the wet, slurping sounds echoing obscenely and heightening my arousal. His cock glided deeper with each thrust, filling my throat completely, the salty, musky taste of him overwhelming my senses. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as much as I could in this position, feeling him throb against my lips and tongue.
He groaned, his control fraying. "Fuck, Elena, your mouth..." Hispace quickened, thrusts becoming more insistent, pounding into my throat. The air grew thinner; my lungs burned, vision spotting with white light. The asphyxiation blended with the fullness and his dominance, building a twisted, intense pleasure. My body arched, my pussy dripping uncontrollably, and suddenly I shattered, climaxing hard from the oxygen deprivation alone, waves of ecstasy crashing through me as I choked around his length.
He withdrew with a wet pop, leaving me gasping for air. Scooping me up into his arms, he crushed his mouth to mine in a deep kiss, his tongue invading possessively. "You did so good, baby. So fucking good."
I panted against his lips, still quivering from the intensity. But he wasn't finished. He flipped us around, lying back on the sofa and pulling me up toward him. "Sit on my face," he commanded, his eyes dark with raw lust.
I straddled his head, hovering uncertainly, but he yanked me down firmly, my pussy settling directly over his mouth. His nose ground against my clit first, teasing and sending electric sparks shooting up my spine. Then his tongue plunged in—delivering broad, sweeping licks along my folds, piercing inside me like a thrusting cock. He sucked greedily on my wetness, drinking down every drop, his lips sealing around me in a voracious seal.
"Oh God," I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. He nipped at my clit, his teeth grazing the swollen bud— a sharp sting of pain mingling with explosive pleasure, making me yelp and grind down harder. It hurt in the most delicious way, the bite pushing me toward the edge. I tried to lift away, overwhelmed by the sensations, but his hands clamped down on my thighs like vices, holding me immobile. There was no escape. I rode his face helplessly, his tongue fucking me deeper, lapping and sucking every bit of my arousal.
The pressure coiled tighter, building relentlessly. His bites grew sharper, his tongue flicking without mercy. I shattered again, screaming as I came hard in his mouth, squirting over his lips and chin. He swallowed it all eagerly, like it was the sweetest nectar, not letting a singledrop escape.
Finally, he eased me off, wiping the glistening wetness from his chin with the back of his hand, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You taste so sweet when you come like that."
