“Such a dirty girl.” His sensual voice caresses my mind. “Taking my cock in your pussy, my finger in your ass. What would the parents think if they could see their sweet Miss Chloe now?”
The words should horrify me. Instead, they spiral me higher, the taboo adding another layer to the swelling ecstasy.
“They’d never believe it.” His pace quickens. “Their proper teacher, bent over and begging for it…taking me so well. Made just for me.”
I tremble and grasp the sheets so tightly, my knuckles ache. “Yes.” The word comes out as more of a gasp. “Yes. Please don’t stop.”
His finger sinks in deeper while his cock hits that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.
I’m close—so close—teetering on the precipice of what promises to be the most explosive orgasm of my life.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want to come on my cock.”
“I want it.” The words spill out in a rushed moan. “I want to come on your cock. Please, Kolya, please. Let me come.”
“Come for me, Chloe.”
His use of my name again hurtles me over the edge.
I shriek into the mattress as I convulse around him, squeezing him as waves of pleasure crash over me. The white noise in my mind stretches on forever while ecstasy pulsates through me, until I lose all sense of myself.
When I start to return to myself, his rhythm falters. His rough breath skates over my spine. “Where do you want me to come? In your pussy?”
For the first time in my life, I consider a third possibility. But my need takes over. “In my mouth. So I can taste you.”
He groans, primal and approving. “Fuck, yes.” He pulls out and flips me over with ease.
I scramble to position myself, opening my mouth as he towers over the bed.
He fists my hair, yanks me forward, and taps the head of his cock against my mouth. I suck him in. The mingled flavors of our desire stoke my own hunger.
His hips snap forward as he fucks my mouth with the same intensity he used on my pussy.
Gagging, I relax my throat, striving to please him the way he’s pleased me. His grip on my head tightens, his movements becoming erratic as he nears his release.
“That’s it.” He grunts, his hips bucking, his eyes locked on mine. “Take it all, just like that. My sweet littledushka.”
Though I don’t understand the meaning, the Russian word launches a fresh wave of arousal. I moan around his thickness, and the vibration propels him past the point of control.
With a final thrust, he comes, hot and thick down my throat.
I swallow greedily, ingesting everything he has to give.
Once he’s empty, he hoists me into his arms. We collapse on the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts.
His hand strokes my hair, a gentle touch at odds with the rough passion of moments before. “Good girl.” His lips slide along my temple as the praise settles into my bones like a blessing. “My good, brave girl.”
With his arms around me and his taste on my tongue, I recognize two truths.
I am his.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter 27
Kolya
Her body is warm against mine, her breathing slow and deep in the aftermath.
