And somehow my being obedient meant he ate out my pussy?
No, I didn’t think that was how the “game” was normally played but… Sign me up?
He knelt at the edge of my bed and moved my legs over his shoulders and just ate me out. He growled for me to come again and again, saying I needed to do as he wanted because my body was his.
It was fucking hot. Likeridiculouslyhot.
Apparently, I liked possessive and dominating when it was like this?
Good to know.
When I couldn’t take any more, he moved up my body and kissed my breasts, focusing mostly on my nipples. Then he bit—likebitthe flesh of my breast.
He smirked at me when I couldn’t hide my shock. “No, I’m not into vamp play or something. I’m not one of those sick fucks who idealizes the monsters of our world but…”
“Marking me,” I panted, trying to accept it, nodding when he did. “And like a bracelet you got me that we knew was from you didn’t cross your mind?”
He lowered his forehead between my breasts and burst out laughing. He ran his hands up and down my sides as he kept laughing, but I wasn’t really joking.
Wasn’t that way more normal than leaving bite marks on me?
“Did you not like it?” he worried when he calmed down.
I opened my mouth but then closed it, staring down at his teeth marks on my skin. He was like fixated on them and that made me shiver. “Maybe not there but like my hip or ass.”
“Oh yeah, I plan on leaving my mark there too, foxy.” Sergey leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. “My foxy.”
“Your foxy,” I agreed. I licked my lips and glanced down his body. “So why are you still dressed?”
He groaned and moved off of me. “On your knees facing the wall. Put your hands on the wall even.”
I stared at him for a moment. “And if I said no? That I wanted you to face me for sex?”
Sergey frowned, freezing in taking off his shirt. “Then we do whatever you want, Bev. Always.”
Yeah, I wasn’t worried about Sergey and exploring this. He was just working out some demons and issues with us not having a normal relationship.
And lovingly on my body.
So really, I was super lucky… Which was why I hurried to move my ass to exactly where he wanted.
I peeked when I heard clothing rustling and licked my lips when I saw his strong body. He chuckled when he caught me looking, but I simply shrugged.
Like only men wanted to look at naked women?
Yeah right.
“Do you like the way I look, foxy?” he teased as he got on the bed with me.
“You know I do,” I answered, leaning back against him as he slid his hands over my hips. “I say it every time.”
“I didn’t hear it this time,” he pushed.
I turned my head and kissed his cheek. “I love your body, Sergey. I love your thick arms, the way your muscles move, and how big your biceps are. I love how strong your chest is. Your pecs are amazing. Your shoulders. Watching your ass and back are—”
“Dirty girl,” he mumbled and moved me into him more so he could kiss me better. His arm slid around me so he was almost movie kiss kind of holding me.
“Your dirty girl,” I panted as he massaged my breast while holding me tightly.
