She doesn’t need further instruction. Nala turns onto her side, so her face is level with my lap. Her fingers go to my zipper, pulling it down with, while looking up at me with a shy smile but sexy smile, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She reaches inside freeing my cock. It's out, thick and hard, ready for her. She stares at it for half a second before opening her mouth and taking me in.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hand grabbing her hair and twisting it around my fist.
She sucks me in deeper than the first time, so much that I can feel the back of her throat. Her mouth… her tits out, lying across my lap with her lips stretched around my cock. I can’t fucking breathe. It’s too much. I tighten my hold on her hair. “You know how to use that mouth, now, don’t you? That you have to use it and please me.”
She makes a sound of agreement around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me, taking me even deeper inside. She’s sucking harder than last time, like she was starving for it, after getting her first taste.”
I grasp her hair, jerking her head, guiding her movement on my cock. “That’s right,pchyolka.You suck this cock, take it all in. That’s what your mouth is for.”
I watch her eyes flutter. She moans around me and sucks harder, pulling deep on my cock. I look down at her, seeing her eyes glazed when they’re open again. Fuck.
She’s really getting off on having my cock stuffed in her mouth and I’m not even touching her. “You love sucking cock?” Honest question.
She nods frantically without breaking rhythm, and I bite back another groan.
“What about cum?”
She nods again.
“Is that why you’re sucking so hard?” I ask, pulling her hair lightly. “Because you’re hungry for more cum?”
She nods again, more desperate this time but never letting up on sucking. Her free hand comes up to grip my thigh, nails digging in slightly through my pants.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re addicted to cum, aren’t you?”
She nods again frantically, causing me to lose it. I start fucking her mouth, not too rough, I’m not going to do that to her yet, but enough that she understands what’s happening. Her eyes water as she relaxes her throat, letting me use her mouth, thrusting into her throat.
“You’re addicted to cum,pchyolka?” I ask again, rougher as the pressure in my balls build.
She tries to mumble a yes around my cock, it’s muffled but I can make it out.
I fuck her mouth faster. “Mycum,” I growl. “You’re addicted tomycum.” Her eyes look even more glazed, frantically trying to keep up while I fuck her mouth. “Mine.” I grunt, watching in disbelief as her entire body begins to shake, realizing she’s coming from having my cock in her mouth. From being used like this.
How the fuck?
I throw my head back, grating, “Look at me.” My balls draw up at the sight of her losing it like this. Her eyes snap to mine immediately, completely focused on my face. I come hard my cock pulsing, filling her throat with cum, her eyes never leaving mine as she swallows it all.
“That’s right,” I say, gently, through the haze of pleasure. “You always look at me when I feed my cum down your throat.”
When I finish, my hand in her hair loosens and she pulls back slowly, my cock slipping from her mouth. She immediatelyleans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head. She smiles, lifts her gaze to me, and whispers, “Thank you.”
I drop back against the bed pulling her along with me, taking her in my arms. She curls into my chest, cuddling close. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, Nala curled against my chest, cuddling close and gazing up at me. I know I’m not a good man. I don’t deserve the love of a girl like Nala, but I don’t care. I’ll take her love and in return there’ll never be a single day for the rest of her life, that mypchyolkawon’t know how much I love her. Know that she’s the best woman in the world, the only one, who could ever complete a monster like me.Moya pchyolka.My love. My life. My everything.
EPILOGUE
NALA
Five Years Later
“This remindsme of the first time I saw you.”
Roman chuckles. “You say that every time we come to one of these events.”
“That’s because it’s true,” I say, placing a hand on my stomach as the baby gives a not-so-subtle kick. “I couldn’t have said it that many times, since we hardly attend these fundraisers.”
“Because it’s all bullshit,” Roman mutters, both of watching the oligarchs and politicians move across the room pretending to care about topics and people they wouldn’t give the time of day to. “When was the last one,” Roman asked under his breath.
“Last November.”
