I close the door behind us and turn to her. She’s standing in the middle of my living room, our living room, looking unsure what to do in this new place. For a moment, I take her in, this girl who let me parade her in front of my men and stood still, behaving exactly as I told her despite her nerves, simply trusting that I would take care of her. I always will.
“Come here,pchyolka.”
She crosses to me without thinking twice, stopping when she’s close enough for me to touch. I cup her face in both hands, tilting her head back, so I can look at her.
“I was rough with you this morning.”
I wasn’t asking, but she nods anyway. “Tell me where I hurt you.”
She raises a brow before a slow smile makes its way across her lips. I wait, thumb stroking slow along her jaw.
“My pussy,” she says softly, “Roman, you hurt my pussy.”
“I did, huh?” I slide my hands down to her hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans. “Can I look?”
She nods eagerly. I pull the zipper down, going extra slow. Her breath hitches as I peel the jeans down her thighs, taking her panties with it in one go. When it pools aroundher ankles, she steps out, standing with your naked cunt in front of me.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I crouch in front of her to get a better look. Her pussy is swollen, the delicate skin raw from how hard I’d used her. I brush my thumb gently over her outer lips and she flinches just slightly, not pulling away, just reacting to the tenderness.
“Yeah,” I murmur, more to myself than to her. “I see what I did.” I glance up, catching her eyes. “Poor Nala. There’s only one way to make your cunt feel better.”
She sucks in a breath and bites back a moan. “How?”
I lean forward and press the softest kiss against her mound, just above her slit. “I have to lick you to make it better.” I give it another kiss, slightly lower. “I need you to be okay so my cock can fuck you again.”
She covers her mouth, but it doesn’t stop the needy cry from escaping. Her fingers graze through my hair. I kiss her again, right over her clit this time, pulling back to look at her.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she pants, her hips squirming. “Please make my cunt feel better with your kisses.”
“I will, I told you I’d take care of you.”
I stand and guide her toward the bedroom, my hands on her hips steering her until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She lies back without needing to be told. Her legs fall open immediately, as always for me. I kneel between her thighs and spread her wider, using my thumbs to open her completely. Every bit of her swollen pussy is exposed to my gaze, brown, wet and so fucking perfect I could stare at it for hours.
But she’s waiting, desperate for my touch. Her breathing’s shallow, her eyes shining with anticipation.
“Make it stop hurting,” she pleads. I lower my head and give her exactly what she’s begging for.
The first touch of my tongue makes her gasp. I lick her gentle, long and slow along her outer lips, avoiding her clit entirely. She’s so sensitive right now that even the slightest lick has her moaning, little whimpers escaping in her throat.
I hold her thighs open with firm hands, holding her open, while I work. My tongue traces every fold, every curve, learning the taste of her all over again. She’s already getting wetter, her body responding despite the soreness.
When I finally trace my tongue through her slit and push inside, she goes insane. Her back arches clean off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as a cry tears from her throat. I fuck her with my tongue, feeling her clench around the invasion while I push her toward the edge. My nose presses against her clit with each thrust, adding just enough pressure to make her moan.
She’s so close, her thighs start trembling uncontrollably, screaming my name.
I double down, tongue working faster, and she falls apart. Her whole body convulses, legs trying to close around my head while she shivers and moans. I gentle my movements but don’t stop, licking her until her breathing calms and her legs stop shaking.
I pull back and stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My cock is a beast right now in my pants, straining so hard against the zipper it’s almost painful.
I see the moment she notices. Her eyes go wide, focusing on the obvious bulge at my groin. Her eyes then soften and her lips curve into the sexiest smile. She sits up slowly, and without saying a word, she takes off her shirt and bra, putting her tits on display, for my viewing.
I never get tired of seeing her breasts. Absolute perfection. I groan her name, “pchyolka.”
Her hand comes up toward my belt, fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. I catch her wrist gently and brush her hand aside, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her.
