“Whatever you say,kiska.”
He stares at my pussy and parts his lips when I step closer, hovering myself right out of reach. When he leans closer, I fist his hair and hold him in place. The look he gives me is full of warning, but I ignore it and keep him held in place. Scooting close enough so I can feel the heat of his breath on my slit, I grind my pussy gently against his lips, coating him in my arousal. I fist his hair tighter and pull back when I feel his tongue hit me.
His fingers are gripping me tight enough to bruise as he looks up at me. His lips glisten with my juices, and he keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slowly licks them clean.
“Do you like the taste of my pussy?”
“Fuck yes,” he growls. “You’re the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Bringing a hand down, I stroke his cheek before running a finger over his lips. “I’m going to fuck your beautiful face.”
“Jesus Christ,” he groans. Volodya is not a man who gives up control, but he’s giving it up for me, and I know it’s taking all his willpower to not take over.
“I’m going to come all over that sexy mouth of yours.”
“Fuck yes,kiska. Smother me with that pussy.”
He leans further back on the couch so I can get a better angle, and when I step closer and lower my pussy to his waiting mouth, he’s more than ready for me. We both groan when his tongue sinks inside me. His fingers grip me tightly, but he’s careful not to move me. He’s giving me this moment, and I’m damn well going to take it.
Throwing my head back, I grind against his talented mouth, using him for my own pleasure, and it’s the most liberating experience I’ve ever had. This powerful, gorgeous man is beneath me, eyes heavy lidded with lust while I fuck his face, and he’s as lost to the moment as I am. His tongue is relentless, fucking me in long strokes, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. When he pulls out, my groan of protest turns to one of pure pleasure when he licks and sucks his way to my clit. Pressing the pad of his tongue against me, he stills, lifting a dark brow at me, giving me the option to take over.
I smile down at him and rock my hips, grinding against him just the way I need. Fisting his hair tighter, I let go, screaming his name as the orgasm thunders through every cell in my body, consuming me and darkening my vision. He growls against my pussy, holding me tighter against him as he laps up my juices, filling his mouth with the taste of me.
Aftershocks race through me, leaving me shaking and gasping. “Volodya,” I whimper when he keeps licking my pussy, greedy for every last drop of me. He’s relentless, hitting my overly sensitive clit with each swipe of his tongue until I’m shaking so badly it’s only his tight grip on me that’s keeping me upright. “Please,” I beg. “It’s too much.”
I try to squirm away, but he just grips me tighter and wraps his lips around my clit. Looking up at me, he breaks contact to growl, “I did warn you,kiska.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just latches back onto me and sucks hard enough to pull a scream from me at the mix of pain and pleasure. I feel his teeth graze my overused bundle of nerves, and my whole body freezes. If he bites me, it’s going to hurt like hell, way beyond anything he’s ever done to me. Feeling how tense I am, he lets out a muffled laugh and gives me a soft bite, rolling my clit between his teeth just enough to leave me sweaty and shaking but not hard enough to cause actual pain.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what in the hell I’m begging him for at this point. I like the pain mixing with pleasure, and a big part of me never wants it to end. He flicks his tongue against my clit, pulling a yelp from me. The next time he does it, he gets a moan, and the third time, I come so hard I see stars. I’m nothing but liquid heat and feel like I’m barely breathing by the time he lowers me back into his lap. He kisses me hard, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tighter against him. His face is soaked in my juices. He’s covered in me, smelling and tasting like me, and I fucking love it. The rough denim of his jeans rubs against my pussy, keeping me riding that intoxicating line of too much and not enough. When I pull at his shirt, he breaks our kiss long enough to yank it off before plunging his tongue back into my mouth as he works on his jeans.
Thrusting his hips up, he roughly yanks his jeans down, tossing them aside while my eyes stay locked on his hard cock. Pre-cum slides down his shaft. My eyes follow the path, noticing the large vein that I swear I can see pulsing beneath his skin. He’s hard and thick, and the size of him has me rethinking my grand plan to dominate him. I have a feeling it’s about to bite me in the ass. That thought has me clutching at his shoulders.
“I don’t want to do anal tonight.”
He laughs and grips my hips, hovering my pussy above his thick head. “I can see everything written so clearly on your face,kiska. You’re scared I’m going to show you who’s really in charge by slamming into that sweet virgin ass of yours, but you’re wrong, baby.”
Pulling me closer, he runs his tongue over one of my taut nipples.
“I love to dominate you, but I won’t ever push you too far. I know you’re not ready for it yet, but you will be soon.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
He laughs around my tit and lowers me just enough so his head parts my pussy lips.
“We’ll see. I said I wasn’t going to fuck your ass. I didn’t say I was going to leave it completely alone.”
I’m just about to ask what the hell that means when he rocks his hips up at the same time as he lowers me down, filling me completely in one hard thrust that has my brain going completely blank. My ability to speak is taken from me. All I can do is let out a guttural moan and dig my fingers into his shoulders for support.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers against my skin, kissing his way up my chest and neck. “You always feel so fucking good.” He bites the crook of my neck hard enough to sting. “You’re so goddamn tight, but you always spread so good for me,kiska.”
I rock my hips, moaning at how he fills me so completely. Sex with Volodya will always involve a little bit of pain, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve become addicted to the sting of him, to the way he spreads me to the point of being too much, and to the feel of him hitting so far inside me that it doesn’t seem possible that he should even be able to fit. The physics at work here defy logic, but I’m okay with it remaining a mystery. My body opens up for him because he’s the one I was made for. I never believed in soulmates before I met Volodya, but I do now. Some part of me recognizes him, remembers him, even though I know that sounds crazy and can’t be explained. It’s true, though. I was made for this man, and he was made for me.
Gripping my hips, he raises me up the length of him, and then fucks me with shallow strokes so he can watch my pussy take him.
“Goddamn,” he says in a breathy voice, his accent so much thicker than usual. “You’re so wet, baby. You’re dripping down my cock.”
Reaching between us, he runs his fingers over where we’re connected, coating his fingers until they’re covered in our joined arousal. When I sink back onto him, taking him in to the hilt, he groans and kisses me hard while sliding his hand around to my ass. My body stills when I feel his fingers trailing along my ass cheek, getting closer and closer to the center. He presses the pad of his finger against the hole I’d always considered completely forbidden and off limits. The pressure is firm, but he doesn’t press inside.
